#wandanat

You blink down hazily, struggling to control your ragged breaths. Your hands are braced next to Wanda's waist, sliding the smooth curve of her strap between your folds. You squeeze your legs together harder when the blunt tip bumps against you on the forward slide, gasping sharply when it presses firm and heavy on the reverse. A whimper slips out at the wet, needy sounds echoing in the bedroom. You freeze mid-motion, heat rushing up your tummy and neck out of embarrassment.

"Look at Mommy," Wanda commands.

You look up slowly, sucking in your bottom lip when your body accidentally shifts. You meet her gaze. Her green eyes are dark, nearly black, as she studies your face. Her head rests lazily against the headboard, watching you like an entertaining television show. Her eyes move lower, noting the way you inch forward, your walls clenching, wanting to be filled.

Desperate, you rock forward until the tip rests right against your opening.

Wanda’s hands shoot to your hips. Her fingertips dig hard into your hipbones, anchoring you in place before you can push any further. Her stern voice cuts straight through the pounding in your ears.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Her eyebrow raises, the corner of her lip pulling up in a disbelieving smirk. With a sudden shift, she pulls you back, letting the tip slip out entirely and forcing you down near the base.

You groan quietly, your eyebrows pulling together in frustration. You were so close to being full after the past twenty minutes of torture.

Before you can even blink, Wanda grips your wrist and yanks it toward her. With your balance gone, you barely manage to plant your hand higher up, stopping your face inches from her bare breasts.

She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "Answer Mommy's question," she whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. Her tone drops, her voice dripping with condescension. "Or is my baby too stupid to speak right now?"

You whine pitifully, burying your face in her chest to hide from her gaze. Your thoughts are beginning to slow, your limbs turning into jelly. "I-I didn't do it on purpose," you manage to mumble out.

Her hand leaves your hip, her thumb and index finger clamping firmly around your chin to force your face back up. She's wearing that amused, knowing expression she gives you whenever she catches you out in an obvious lie.

"Say that again," she orders, tilting her head. "Say it clearly, and I'll let you have your way." She leans closer, her lips brushing yours as she speaks. "If you can do it, Mommy will slide her cock all the way inside you, just like you want."

You bite your bottom lip hard, the image making your opening gush and your insides tighten. You suck in a deep breath, releasing it slowly to prepare yourself. Wanda's other hand releases your wrist and moves it beside you.

Your voice trembles despite the preparation. "I didn't—"

You cut off with a sharp gasp as Wanda’s thumb presses hard against your clit, rubbing in slow, heavy circles.

"Hmm..." Wanda drawls, her voice far too bright and cheerful against your growing dread. "I guess you couldn't do it. And here I thought my baby was smart. All you had to do was say six words."

She releases your chin, her thumb moves to press your bottom lip open, moving against your lip in the exact same slow rhythm her other thumb is using against your clit. Her eyes are bright, her breaths heavy, clearly pleased by how easily she can manipulate your mouth.

It's unfair.

"But… but you" you start, your words jumbled from Wanda slipping her thumb deeper between your lips, pressing down on your tongue. "You cheated," you just barely manage to choke out when she applies more pressure.

Wanda tilts her head, her expression morphing into an innocent, pitying smile. "How could I have cheated when the rules only apply to you?" she asks slowly, speaking as if she doesn't think you can comprehend simple words.

"Y-You—" you stammer in disbelief.

She abruptly presses her thumb hard against your clit, forcing a sharp cry from your throat as your body jerks against her. She continues speaking as if you aren't wriggling uncontrollably on top of her. Every time you try to twist away from the overwhelming sensation, she presses harder, your slick spreading across her cock the more you squirm.

"I what, baby?" she asks. She tilts her ear toward you, mimicking someone listening intently. "Mommy was just trying to help you."

You try to think of a response, anything for her to fill your aching emptiness, but your mind is completely blank. Tears prick your eyes at the unfairness of the situation, your lips wrapping around Wanda's thumb automatically when you realize you can't bite the inside of your cheek.

Wanda gives you an almost triumphant smile. "Good girl," she praises, her voice shifting into a lighter, pleased pitch when you slump against her defeatedly. Her thumb releases your clit, your body chasing the feeling again even though you had moved away just earlier. Her fingers swipe down against your folds, making you tremble against her from the sensitivity.

She pulls her hand back and brings her fingers in front of your eyes. Your slick drips from her fingers. She presses the pads of her thumb and index finger together, then slowly pulls them apart, stretching a thick, glistening string of your own arousal between them. It catches the bedroom light perfectly.

Your face flushes at the undeniable evidence of your reaction. You try to turn your head away but Wanda presses her thumb harder against your tongue, forcing your gaze to stay in place. She rubs your slick between her fingers, studying it closely like she does when she's looking at a document in her office. Wanda is silent, making the sound of your uneven breathing more apparent.

"Hmm…" she muses, eyes drifting back down to where you're dripping against her cock. Her lips curve into a smirk. "Honey, you know this is supposed to be a punishment right? You were whining so much earlier, but look at you making a mess."

Your insides throb from the mixture of shame and desire. You gnaw on her thumb lightly, a single tear finally slipping from your lower lashes and tracking slowly down your cheek. Wanda's eyes soften briefly before shifting back to her amused expression. She taps her index finger against your chin, prompting you to release her thumb from your teeth. She brushes your tear away with it, her eyes glimmering with desire.

"Daddy always folds whenever you look at her like that," Wanda says softly, her voice dropping to a low murmur. "She hates it when you cry. Immediately turning into a teddy bear just to make you smile again."

Natasha… Daddy would always stop her teasing the moment your bottom lip began to tremble, tears forming in your eyes. She'd fret about, tickling your sides to stop you from crying. Mommy is different.

She tilts your chin up slightly, ensuring you meet her eyes.

"But I know these aren't sad tears," Wanda continues, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Mommy can't help but tease you more when you look like this." She brings her thumb to her lips, licking away the remnants of your tear.

Without warning, her hands clamp firmly down on your hips, anchoring you tightly against her. The sudden movement forces a sharp gasp from your throat, your entire body jolting when your clit presses hard against her cock.

You look up at her with wide, startled eyes.

She leans her head in close to you. "Now, let's start again," she whispers lowly in your ear.

She begins to guide your hips, forcing you to slide against her again. It moves between your folds easily. Wanda's stomach glistens from where your slick has dripped down.

"Every time you stop from now on, I'll add five spanks to your punishment," she warns in a low, dangerous tone. "And it won't be from me. Daddy is soft on you most of the time, but you know how Daddy feels about you blatantly disregarding our words."

You force yourself to slide forward, whines exiting your mouth as you remember the last time Daddy had spanked you.

"Mommy…" you whimper shakily. It's getting too hard to move your body. Sweat drips down your back from the overwhelming sensation of her prodding right at your entrance, only to slip away every single time. "Too tired," you whine, your movements slowing to a crawl.

Wanda lets out a disappointed sigh. "No wonder you're tired," she says. She lets your hips come to a stop, but she keeps her hands firmly in place. She meets your eyes, leveling you with a hard stare.

"Mommy was so excited to see you after three days. So excited, that Mommy even left Daddy behind when we had to stop at the company building and took a taxi here herself." She lets out a slow breath. "But imagine Mommy's confusion when she found her baby sitting on the kitchen island, when she knows she's not supposed to."

You bite the inside of your cheek, your eyes drifting downward to her chest.

"Look at me," she says, the authority in her voice forcing your eyes back to hers. She narrows her eyes slightly. "And imagine Mommy's surprise when she opened the fridge to find all the food she made you still there. Except…" She leans in closer. "Only one bite was taken from every container. As if her usually sweet girl did it on purpose."

Guilt claws at your chest, making you bite down harder on your cheek. You press your hands into the mattress, pushing yourself up and leaning back to avoid her gaze, trying to ignore the wet sounds that erupt at the movement.

Wanda's stern voice eases slightly, her eyes watching you with care to make sure you don't lose your balance and fall backward.

"Mommy was so worried to find six coffee capsules missing," she continues, her voice softening into that incredibly gentle tone she uses when she knows you've had a terrible day. "Even though her baby girl knows it makes her anxiety worse, even if she doesn't realize it at the time."

She tilts her head, searching your face as you try to turn away.

"When Mommy asked you earlier, your face fell and she knew you wanted to tell her what's wrong, but instead you decided to talk back," Wanda notes softly. "So? Do you finally want to tell Mommy why every time she called you, you said that you were doing great and that you were eating well?"

Your gaze drops. The guilt is still fresh and heavy, pressing down on you despite how sluggish your brain and body feel. You really had wanted to tell Wanda why you were acting out when she first asked. You wish you had just confessed over the phone on the very first day they were away. But back then, you had already made the decision to have two coffees when you knew you should've only had one. Your bad behavior had spiraled from there.

It had all culminated in her arrival today—and the crushing, sad expression on Wanda's face when she realized you had barely touched the food she lovingly made for you. Even then, when she had given you so many chances to just be honest, you had talked back instead.

You know Wanda and Natasha can't just drop everything to be with you. You tell yourself you need to toughen up. It's just so hard being alone now, especially since you met them and learned what it feels like to be cherished. You knew you needed this punishment just so the weight of the guilt would finally stop crushing you. And you know she sees right through you. She knows it, too.

You shake your head. The confession is right there on the tip of your tongue, but the simmering guilt in your chest refuses to let it out just yet.

Her lips pull into a thin line. "Fine," she says, all the softness in her voice gone. "That's five spanks then. Mommy didn't forget. " She pulls your hips toward her, her fingertips digging into your skin. You bite your lip, trying to stop the moan that still slips out at the sudden stimulation.

Once the tip prods at your weeping entrance, you expect her to let it slip away as she has been this entire time, but instead it slips inside and she forces your momentum backwards and down, sinking her entire cock into you at once.

You cry out loudly, your arms wrapping around Wanda's shoulders instinctively. Your walls flutter uncontrollably, the tight ball that had been wound in your lower tummy for the past half hour finally unravels, your thoughts exploding and blanking all at once. Your thighs tremble against Wanda's, your cheek squishing against her shoulder as your ragged breaths puff against her neck.

Wanda shifts beneath you, sitting up more properly but sending her cock deeper into you until you feel it hit a wall and can't go any further. You whine from the overstimulation, your pulse thrumming in your ears. Your breasts press against Wanda's, bringing some comfort as your thoughts come back to Earth but a haze rests over you brain. The rush of emotions jumbles your head, but you know one thing. You just want your Mommy.

"If you don't start moving in ten seconds, I'm adding another five spanks," Wanda reminds you sternly. You lift up slightly, your knees aching from being bent for so long. You wrap them around Wanda's torso, sinking back down on her cock sending whimpers past your lips. You rest your head back on her shoulder, squeezing your arms and legs around her tightly.

"You're not getting out of this by acting cute and snuggly now, baby."

She brings her hand to your chin, tilting it so that you're forced to look up at her. Your bottom lip wobbles, tears pooling above your lower lashes. Your breaths come out in ragged gasps, the way they always do right before you start sobbing.

Wanda's eyes widen in alarm.

Her hand rushes to your cheek, cupping it with gentleness. "Baby, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" she asks frantically, her voice thick with worry as her eyes desperately scan your face and your trembling body.

You shake your head, tears falling steadily down your cheeks as you finally spill everything you've been carrying since the moment they left.

"I-I'm sorry, Mommy," you sob, your voice watery and broken. You try your best to time your words between desperate gasps. "I s-should've just told you when you asked me, but I didn't. I was being bad on purpose."

Wanda rubs her thumb against your cheekbone, soothing the track of your tears as she watches you attentively. You know you should feel guilty for letting her comfort you right now, but instead, the warmth of her hand helps even out your ragged breathing.

"The house was too quiet, and my head was just so loud," you confess, a fresh wave of tears hitting your throat. "Daddy wasn't there at night, snoring loudly like usual. A-and you weren't there tossing and turning all night. No one was there at the table watching me eat like a-always."

You pause, sniffling softly as you try to rein in your big feelings. Wanda waits patiently, knowing you aren't done yet. You force yourself to take a deep breath, and she nods encouragingly, giving you the strength to finish.

"I know I shouldn't have lied on the phone, but I didn't want to worry you and Daddy. I have to learn to be okay by myself again," you breathe out. But the tears build all over again as the memory of the past few days crashes over you. "B-but then the coffee shop was so busy, and my professor wouldn't slow down in class. And I-I missed you guys, and I was alone. And-and—"

Wanda gently pulls your head down against her shoulder, cutting off your spiraling thoughts as she begins hushing you softly. You sniffle against her neck, trying to stabilize your uneven breaths. Wanda wraps her arms around you in a tight embrace, pressing one of her hands flat against your back. She begins to pat you in that slow, steady rhythm Natasha always uses whenever you're having a hard time breathing.

"It's okay now, my sweet baby," Wanda coos softly. "You're forgiven."

The guilt that had been simmering under your skin instantly dissolves at her words. You press your face closer to Wanda's neck, the timing of her pats finally evening out your breathing.

"We have a lot to talk about," Wanda notes gently. "But for now, do you want Mommy to pull out? You're probably all sensitive and swollen from rubbing against Mommy's cock for so long."

You blink blearily letting the remaining tears flow down and drip against Wanda's collarbone. You watch as the tears travel down the swell of her breasts, then to her stomach where it melds with your fresh arousal. You're exhausted, physically and emotionally. The orgasm you had unexpectedly upon Wanda suddenly entering you and the release of emotions after telling Wanda how you'd been feeling, empties your brain completely.

But the greedy part of you, the part that knows you can handle it, wants more. Wants more of Wanda.

You shake your head, your cheek brushing against her shoulder. "I…" you start, your voice cracking. "I wanna keep going," you whisper honestly, your head far too empty to feel embarrassed.

Wanda chuckles lowly, leaning in until her lips brush against your ear. "You're insatiable," she murmurs teasingly, undeniable affection lacing her voice. "Look at you all exhausted. Let Mommy do all the work now." Wanda's hand that had been patting you presses flat against your spine as she begins to lean forward. The feeling of her cock shifting inside of you forces whimpers past your lips. You muffle the sound against her neck, needing to feel her even closer.

"My sweet baby," she coos gently in your ear. She lays you down gently on your back, your head landing softly at the foot of the bed. You look up at Wanda who's now leaning over you, her hand planted next to your shoulder while her other comes up to cup your cheek. She gives you a little smile before leaning down, pressing her soft lips against your forehead then to both your eyelids.

She rubs her thumb against your cheek. "Poor baby. Your eyes are all puffy now." Her fingertips fall away from your face, tracing down your body to just below your bellybutton. She press down gently, the pressure sending shockwaves through your system. You gasp at the unexpected sensation.

"Hmm…" Wanda hums, her eyes looking down to where her fingers slide up and down your lower tummy. She presses down occasionally, making you squirm beneath her. It doesn't feel like she's tracing at random.

"Look down, baby" she directs you, her voice bright with wonder.

You crane your neck downward, blinking a few times to focus on where she's directing you. A sharp breath catches in your throat when you notice the outline of her cock showing, the tip pushing your skin upward into a small bump.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you let your head plop back down onto the mattress. You peer up at Wanda. She's biting her lower lip, drinking in the sight of you.

You watch her hips slowly move back—or rather, you feel it. Your walls tighten instinctively, unwilling to let go of the fullness you had craved so much. But Wanda doesn't move far. She allows the tip to remain anchored inside you, her gaze locked on your stomach, watching the way her cock slowly retracts.

She shifts her knees forward slightly. Your legs finally slip from her torso, spreading further beneath her.

She finally meets your eyes as you gaze up at her almost drunkenly. The green in her eyes is reduced to slivers, her pupils completely blown from arousal. She smiles down at you gently, her words are anything but.

"Mommy missed touching you even if it was only for a few days. I know my poor girl has already cried a lot today," she says softly, her voice carrying a hint of pity. Her lips slowly begin to curve into a dangerous smirk. "But Mommy wants to reward her brave girl. So she might make you cry just a little more, but they won't be sad tears anymore."

You blink up at her, your expression morphing into a little, dopey smile. Mommy is right here with you, looking at you exactly the way you've been craving for days.

"Okay, Mommy," you murmur obediently.

Your chest rises and falls faster as the anticipation builds.

"There's my good girl," she coos softly, sending a rush of butterflies through your tummy.

Her expression changes in an instant. She bites her lip again, but the dangerous smirk stays in place. You don't even have time to blink when she suddenly drives her entire length into you, the base of the strap pressing hard against your clit.

You cry out, your arms reach out for her instinctively, wrapping around her shoulders to bring her closer to you. Wanda doesn't stop though. You hear her grip the covers beside you before she slowly begins to slide out of you again. You look up at her with glazed eyes, tears threatening to fall from the corners of them from how sensitive you are, knowing what's coming. She takes a deep breath that you feel against your cheeks before she gives you an innocent smile. Her hips slam into yours but she doesn't pause this time.

She pulls out until just the tip remains inside of you, before driving her cock in as far as she possibly can, repeating over and over again, the pace increasing with every thrust. Your body slides up the sheets from the force but Wanda's hand grips your waist, pulling you back down to match her thrusts.

Choked moans escape your lips, the sound never being able to finish when she rams herself into you again, turning your moans into gasps. Your body, already sensitive from how she's punished you, teased you, and now using you, feels like it's already reaching the edge.

Shockwaves run through you body when she shifts slightly, the angle changing. The ridges of her cock grind and press against that soft, secret part of you that Wanda always finds so easily that sends you into a shaking mess.

"Mommy!" you cry out between the heavy beats of her thighs tapping against yours, tears running down the sides of your face. "T-too much," you whimper, your legs wrapping around her torso despite your words.

Wanda lets out a breathless chuckle, her eyes watching you squirm beneath her with amusement. "Is that so, princess?" she asks, a teasing lilt clear in her tone. Her eyebrows pull together, she brings her lips to your ear, her voice thick with strain. "Mommy's close. I know my patient girl can wait a little longer." Her thrust never miss a beat while she speaks to you.

You really don't think you can wait longer. Your breaths are coming out harshly between whimpers. It feels like your skin is vibrating from how sensitive you are. Wanda's increasingly ragged breaths brushing against your ear, her breasts swaying in your vision, hypnotizing you. The thick, sticky sounds whenever Wanda retracts. It makes the fire burning in your lower tummy burn brighter and hotter, threatening to consume you whole.

"M-mommy," you babble out over and over again like it's the only word you know. Wanda groans next to your ear, her thrusts becoming erratic.

"Cum whenever, baby girl, Mommy's right here," she breathes out heavily. You squeeze your arms around her tighter, your body tensing automatically at her words, her permission allowing you to finally let go.

Pleasure surges from where you and Wanda are connected all the way to your fingertips and to the top of your head. You feel almost lightheaded from the rush, your body feeling like it's floating higher and higher with no end. Your breaths come out in gasps at the altitude, your vision blurring.

Wanda's strokes become shallower, barely drawing back before pushing back in, your arousal gushing around her cock. It leaves you trembling beneath her from the aftershocks, your breaths beginning to slowly even out save for the sharp inhales when Wanda thrusts a little deeper. She gives you one more heavy stroke before she stops, her entire length shoved inside you as she grinds against the base of the strap.

"My good, sweet girl," she moans lowly, her torso shaking from her own orgasm. You and Wanda's heavy breaths meld with each other, echoing through the room.

You're spent. Your arms fall away from her shoulders, dropping beside you. Your legs follow suit, your feet unhooking from one another and plopping down on the covers. Your head feels floaty, your thoughts drifting by and fading away like clouds.

All you know is that you want Mommy.

You reach out shakily, grasping one of Wanda's breasts to signal what you want. She lets out a deep breath, her body no longer shaking. Her hand shimmies under your back, helping you follow her as she lays to her side, still inside of you.

"Do you want Mommy to pull out or a little longer, sweetheart?" Wanda murmurs, her voice tired but full of soft affection.

"Little longer," you murmur back sleepily, your legs tangling with hers. Wanda's hand slides up your spine to the back of your head, pushing your face gently to the swell of her breast. Your lips part automatically, taking her nipple into your mouth and sucking gently.

It's a ritual of sorts. It eases your mind and brings a level of comfort to you and Wanda. It extends past bedroom activities. She'd offer it to you when you were anxious, scared that you'd bite your lip too hard and draw blood again.

Wanda runs her fingers through your hair, your eyes closing at her relaxing touch. You lay there, pressed against her skin to skin, silently, unsure of how much time has passed. You swear you fall asleep for a moment, but your lips are still tight around Wanda's nipple when you would blink your eyes open only to close them again.

It isn't until a hand brushes against your cheek and the other voice you'd been missing sounds around you, that you peel your eyes open again begrudgingly.

"Hi, my cute baby," Natasha's raspy voice comes from above you. You barely turn your head while looking up, unwilling to release Wanda's nipple. Your heart leaps with joy upon seeing Natasha smiling gently down at you.

"Hi, Daddy," you mumble sleepily, your eyes shining with happiness.

Wanda chuckles next to you. "Baby, that tickles."

A sleepy little giggle bubbles past your lips upon hearing Wanda laugh. Natasha's thumb brushes against your tear-stained cheeks. "I see Mommy made you cry." Her eyes scan your face, moving downward to where you and Wanda are still connected.

You close your eyes again, the sleepiness closing in. "A little," you whisper, your lips wrapping around Wanda's nipple again, making Wanda shiver.

"Hmm…" Natasha drawls. "Does it have anything to do with the fact that all the food Mommy made you is still in the fridge, sweet girl?"

You act like you don't hear her, suckling a little harder. Wanda's laughter echoes through the room as you smile softly. — A/N: it's been a minute since i've written something like this. had to brush off the dust, so hopefully it turned out ok. i forgot how fun smut can be to write so might do more. thanks for reading!

It was meant to be an easy mission, nothing too much to handle. They had an extensive meeting about the mission, one more quick briefing before they left the compound, and yet, the Avengers were not prepared for the ambush. 

Supposedly, an independent criminal organization was causing trouble across the city, and no one managed to stop them yet, so the Avengers were asked to help. It was unusual, having to resort to the Avengers for such a trivial issue, they were all aware of it, but they decided not to question it. 

What they weren’t aware of was that the so-called ‘organization’ was in fact Hydra, and the request for help came from them as well. It was an undercover mission, an ambush, the whole thing orchestrated to lure them out. 

From what they knew, there were about 15 rogue civilians to deal with, but once the squad got there all hell broke loose. Masses of armed soldiers attacked them, the number of people significantly higher than they anticipated and they quickly got overwhelmed. 

And that’s where you came in. Hydra wanted to take the Avengers down for good, but for that they needed someone on the inside, so they came up with a plan that involved you joining the Avengers and living with them at the compound. The thing was, you couldn’t just show up at their doors and ask them to join, which is why this whole thing was organized. It was meant to give you a way in. Help them, show them what you’re capable of, and hope that they take you in. 

You were waiting for your cue, hiding behind the rubble of a collapsed building. Your hands shook slightly from the stress. This was an important mission, and if you failed to deliver there would be hell to pay. On top of that, this was your first mission out in the field. They needed someone that wasn’t known, someone that the Avengers didn’t have on their radar, which is why you were chosen. They trusted you to get the job done, because even though you haven’t had much experience, you were one of their most valuable assets. You were not only a highly trained killer, you could also easily blend in, both of which were needed. 

You heard a commotion very close to where you were hiding, which snapped you out of your thoughts. When you peeked out you saw Clint on the ground, his bow discarded, and a soldier standing above him. You knew this was your moment, and there was no time to hesitate as you came out of hiding. You took the soldier by surprise, one second he was about to kill Clint and the next he was falling to the ground, body limp and his neck twisted. Quick and easy move, with deadly consequences. 

You stared at Clint, his eyes wide in shock, you reached down, offering him a hand as you checked up on him. “You good?” He nodded and accepted your help. He stood tall as he padded your back. “Insane move, kid. Thanks.” 

You stared at the body of the dead soldier, he was one of your own, though you’ve never met him. There were a lot of people that worked with Hydra, but you still felt a sting in your chest. You just took someone’s life. It wasn’t the first time, killing was not only part of the job you had to do for them, it was also a part of their extensive training, but it was never easy for you. You never wanted to kill people, to cause harm.

“Come on, we need to move.” Said Clint, which brought you back to the present. You nodded and followed him. You fought your way through, mindlessly killing anyone that was in your way. The cruelty didn’t make you flinch nearly as much as it should, you knew you had to detach yourself from this, otherwise you would completely break. As you continued through the streets you met some of the other Avengers, and you saw their confused stares, but there was no time for questions. You still had a job that needed to be done.

You didn’t see Wanda or Natasha until all the fighting was over and you all gathered at the meeting point. Those two were the ones you were the most anxious to meet. They seemed nice in the pictures you’ve seen, but everything you’ve ever heard about them was always heavily censored by Hydra, meaning that as far as you knew, Wanda was a deadly witch, and Natasha was a merciless spy and assassin. Both cold-blooded murderers, who never hesitated to kill.

You stared at the damage around you, your eyes landing on another dead soldier near you. This one you recognized, you never really talked, as keeping any kind of relations at Hydra was not common, but you saw him around often, he was in charge of training younger soldiers, much younger than you. You heard the stories about him, how he never hesitated to raise his hand if anyone dared to disobey, no matter who they were. He was cruel and soulless, and yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling of nausea blooming inside of you.

“Quite the punch you’ve got there, kid.” Said Clint, which snapped you out of your thoughts. You stared at him, and he noticed a sort of a haunted look in your eyes. It took him back a bit, but he just thought it must’ve been the aggression of what just happened. It didn’t occur to him that there might have been more to it. That what just happened awakened all the horrors you went through. His expression softened though, his words careful as he asked you, “you’ve got anywhere to go?” 

You shook your head hesitantly. “No, uhm, not really.”

They all shared a concerned look, an awkward silence settling among the group. You briefly thought they were going to send you away. After all, you were not their problem, you were just a lost girl that they stumbled upon. You were about to tell them that it was okay, but a voice suddenly interrupted you. 

It was Tony, asking you if you would like to come with them. That was the moment your act began as you gave him a hesitant shrug and asked in an uneven voice. “Go where?”

“To the compound, that’s where we stay. You could come stay with us, we could certainly use your skills.” He clarified, and you shrugged. “I wouldn’t wanna bother…”

Tony shook his head immediately, waving his hands in a dismissive manner. “Nonsense, we’ve got more than enough space. Come on, kid. What do you say? You just saved our asses. It’s the least we can do.”

After a moment of silence you nodded, rather reluctantly. “Then…I guess, yeah. Thank you.” 

Tony smiled as he padded your back cheerfully, keeping his hand on your back as he led you to the quinjet. You stared in awe, completely taken back, which Tony noticed and smirked. “Pretty impressive, huh?” 

You passed by the two women as you continued walking, the eye contact was brief, too brief to really catch anything, but it still sparked a weird feeling inside of you. A feeling you couldn’t quite describe. 

They’re just scary. You told yourself.

You all made your way inside, and you sat as far away from them as you physically could. You didn’t like whatever feeling it was that they were awaking in you. It was scary and distracting, and you had a job to do here. You couldn’t afford to mess it all up. 

The mood was light among the group, despite the violence that you’ve all witnessed. You were shocked to see them all be so friendly with one another. With Hydra it was just work, impersonal and cold, no friends, no warm hugs and smiles, just work. Here it seemed as if they’ve been not just colleagues but also friends, almost a family. 

Everyone mostly left you be, not wanting to overwhelm you with useless questions. Only Clint asked you once if you were doing okay and handed you a bottle of water, which you appreciated. For the majority of the time you just kept to yourself, occasionally observing them.  

But then came the question of where you learned to fight like that, and you were ready, you had the perfect story Hydra gave you. Even fake files, everything was flawless. Almost too flawless. You saw Natasha’s frown when you glanced at her briefly. She was suspicious. It made sense, she was a spy after all. You didn’t let her rattle you though. You kept answering, maintaining the persona Hydra set up for you. 

“I, uhh, I did martial arts as a kid…but now, I-, I try to make some extra money by fighting…” you explained. 

“Fighting?” Asked Tony, the confusion was obvious in his facial expression. 

“Like illegal underground fighting, you know people bet, watch you get beat up for fun. On a good day, I can make some decent money” You clarified, your voice insecure, aware how shitty it sounded. 

“So, that’s how you make money?” Clint asked, concern clear on his face, to which you nodded. “Uhh, I mean, I also do waitressing. That doesn’t make me a lot of money, though.” 

Clint nodded in understanding, but the concern was still very clear. “And you said you didn’t really have a place to stay, right? So where have you been until now?” 

“In different places…mostly hostels though. I don’t make enough money to afford something permanent.” You said, your shrug meant to be indifferent, as if you were okay with how your life has been going, but it was clear you were struggling. If only they knew. You were hoping you’ve been convincing so far, and based on their facial expressions, it looked like you were. 

Their faces were full of pity, sad that someone as young as you had to go through life like this. Tony followed up, their questions suddenly relentless. “What about your parents?”

“Dead,” you said as you looked away, “they died when I was 14, I had different foster parents since then, none of them were very good. I ran away the second I turned 18.”

“How old are you now?” Wanda asked, which caught your attention. Neither her nor Natasha have said anything to you since you met. You looked at her properly this time, and answered. “22.” 

She nodded, her face a mix of worry and sorrow. You felt like a lost kitten, with the way she looked at you. You felt that feeling again, the one you couldn’t explain before, and you looked away again, that unexplainable fear sparking again. 

They left you alone after that as they resumed their previous conversation, but even then you still felt someone constantly looking at you, observing you. You tried your hardest to ignore it, but the persistent stares kept unsettling you. You gathered the courage to finally look up after a while and that’s when you finally looked at Natasha. This time the eye contact wasn’t brief, it was in fact too long to be considered casual, but it was not friendly in any way. Her eyes were cold, and you felt a shiver run down your spine, in that moment you felt as if she completely saw through you. It wasn’t just guarded, but borderline uninviting, and completely different to Wanda. 

The way Wanda looked at you was careful, but not hostile, her warmth unhidden. Unlike Natasha’s. You looked down again, losing the silent fight for power. Something in her attitude, though you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, told you to let her win, to obey her. Maybe it was the years of continued abuse at the hands of Hydra, where submission was expected and forced if not given freely. For the majority of your life the power over what you did was in the hands of others, maybe that was why you didn’t challenge Natasha, you just weren’t used to it. 

You were exhausted and desperately wanted to doze off, but you did not feel safe enough to do something like that around so many people you didn’t even know. You were hoping that it wouldn’t take much longer to the compound, and thankfully, your prayers were heard as a few minutes later Tony announced you’ve arrived.

You all made your way out of the quinjet, everyone moved slowly, their steps carefree and unhurried. You were once again taken back by how peaceful the mood was, while you were internally crashing. Perhaps it was the stress of the day, the importance of your mission working out, but now that it was somewhat over you went into overdrive, too overwhelmed to function properly. You were the last one to walk out, and no one spared you any more looks, not even the two women, which you were grateful for. It felt like both of them had some supernatural power to see through your act, and you were sure they would immediately notice that something was off with you. 

Once you stepped outside you were met with Tony, who gave you a bright smile. “Come on, I’ll quickly show you around and walk you to your room. I imagine you’re exhausted right now, but you’ll need a medical check up tomorrow. Just to make sure everything’s okay.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks.” You said and followed Tony. You really didn’t catch a lot of what he was showing you, too out of it to really pay attention. You briefly remember seeing the kitchen, but if anyone asked you where it was, you wouldn’t know the answer. And finally, after all the walking, and Tony’s endless albeit nice talking, you were standing in front of a door to a room that would now be yours.

“Aaand this is where you’re going to stay,” he said ceremoniously as he opened the door and let you in. “There’s a bathroom and everything, so you should be all set.” 

You nodded in understanding and gave him a smile that you hoped conveyed the gratefulness you felt in the moment, despite the exhaustion. Maybe the reason you were here was not genuine but your appreciation for their generosity wasn’t fake. After all, they could’ve left you on the side of the street. And yet, they didn’t. 

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, get some rest, kid.” He said at last and left, closing the door behind him. You let out a heavy sigh as the door finally clicked shut and sank down on a chair by a desk, letting yourself rest for a moment. 

It was only a few moments later that someone knocked on your door, and you had to stop the groan that threatened to escape. You wanted peace and quiet, and yet you couldn’t get it for whatever reason. 

You stood up and opened the door. “Yeah?” You didn’t bother to hide the tiredness in your voice, which you regretted immediately when you saw who was standing there. 

Wanda. 

Wanda with a whole pile of clothes in her hands.

“Hey, sorry. I don’t want to disturb you, but I figured you could use some clothes?” She said, a small smile adoring her face. The words got stuck in your throat as you stared at her in disbelief. It wasn’t that great of a gesture, but it was the fact that she thought of you. Thought of how you didn’t have any clothes besides the ones you were wearing, and went out of her way to help you.  

You weren’t sure if she noticed the look of surprise on your face, but nevertheless, she did not comment on it, she only extended her arms a bit more, signaling for you to take the clothes. You cleared your throat and grabbed the stuff carefully, your voice small, “uh, thank you, really. That’s very kind of you.” 

She waved her hands dismissively and shook her head. “It's no big deal. Get some rest.”

“Thank you. You too.” You said as she slowly started to walk away and closed the door. You stared at the clothes in your hands, there were a few shirts, a pair of sweatpants, shorts and a nice oversized hoodie. You threw it all on the chair you were sitting on, grabbing the hoodie and shorts to change into and headed towards the bathroom. 

The bathroom was pretty spacious, and you took your time to take it all in. At Hydra you had shared bathrooms, everything small and dirty, a clear sign that you were undeserving of any luxury, or just basic human decency for that matter. Not here though, here everything was clean and new, clearly untouched by anyone. It was such a small detail, and yet it touched you more than it should. 

You went through the cabinets, looking for towels. There wasn't too much stuff, but you were fortunate enough to find a basket with some much needed essentials. You grabbed the shower gel and shampoo, ignoring the other stuff you saw there and kept rummaging. The next cabinet you opened had towels and you signed in relief, happy you didn’t need to go find someone to give you a towel. You’ve had enough for the day, and all you wanted to do was clean yourself up and go to bed. 

The towel was soft in your hands, the material unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and you briefly wondered if everything here was just so much better than at Hydra. So far it seemed that way, and you felt a sting of envy stir within you. It just wasn’t fair, these people got to have the best of the best, meanwhile you got the bare minimum. Just enough to not complain, and even then, it was not like you could complain. Complaining meant punishment, and that was one thing everyone desperately wanted to avoid at Hydra. 

You shook your head, hoping to also shake off the unwanted thoughts as well and put the towel and the clothes within arms reach of the shower. You didn’t take your time when it came to undressing, you were exhausted and all you could think about was bed, so you quickly took off your clothes and threw them in the corner to be dealt with later. 

You stepped into the shower and that was the moment you were faced with another issue. You had no idea how to turn it on, the system entirely different compared to what you’ve seen before. You pressed a few buttons and hoped for the best, and at last you felt a stream of cold water hit your back. You didn’t flinch, cold water was not unfamiliar to you, it was in fact all you’ve ever known. 

You were quick with it, swiftly scrubbing your skin of any dirt and thoroughly washing your hair. Turning off the water was much easier than turning it on, and once you did that you stepped out and reached for the towel. You dried yourself off and put on the clothes, the hoodie completely swallowing you. 

You made your way to the bed and laid down under the covers, letting out a sign of relief at finally being able to rest. The mattress was soft, almost cloud-like and the covers were fluffy, but just heavy enough to make you feel comfortable. You closed your eyes hoping to get that rest you so desperately craved, and yet all you could do was toss and turn, any sleep completely avoiding you. 

It felt wrong, being here, talking to these people, using their space, when at the end of the day you were going to betray them. Use them for information and run away. Guilt gnawed at you, your brain unable to turn off. 

In the end, despite how comfortable and exhausted you were, you ended up being in and out of sleep the entire night. Falling asleep only to wake up moments later, your sleep just as restless as your mind was.

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The first couple of days were rough for you, especially since you were never quite good at adapting to new places and people. You barely left your room, and when you did, you tried to not run into anyone, somehow feeling even more anxious than you did when you first arrived. The kitchen was a place you avoided all together, considering someone was constantly there. 

Maybe it wasn’t smart to isolate yourself from everyone so much, especially since your job here was to gather information, but you had a role to play. An orphan that moved from one cheap apartment that was barely standing to another and made her money in illegal fighting rinks. No friends, no family, and barely any money. So, it made sense for a girl with a backstory like this to distance herself from other people, those people being strangers no less. 

It just so happened that the role you were playing here happened to be exactly what you’ve done if you were here for yourself. And it’s not like anyone from Hydra was physically here to see what you were doing, so you decided you were going to give yourself a couple days of peace before you started snooping around like you were meant to. 

You ran into Clint twice since you got here, but your interactions were brief since he was constantly in a hurry, for some unknown reason. You also saw Tony once, while you were wandering around, and despite his best efforts to talk your ear off, you excused yourself before it could get to that stage.

No one made an effort to check up on you personally though, your room quiet since Wanda came to give you clothes. The same ones you were currently wearing. It made you a bit sad, you were hoping that maybe someone would stop by, just to ask you if you were doing okay. Go out of their way to do something nice. But on the other hand you were happy you were left alone, that meant no explaining yourself, no pretending. Just a fake illusion of peace in a room that was yours but at the same time wasn’t. 

You weren’t sure how you felt about not seeing Wanda and Natasha. It was a strange mix of relief and longing. There was something in them that drew you close, but at the same time you constantly felt that bundle of anxiety whenever they talked to you or looked at you. 

You found yourself thinking about them while you were hiding in your room. It has already been 4 days since you arrived. Similarly, it has been 4 days since you ate anything. You already felt weird being here, but walking into the kitchen and taking food that was not yours felt like a line you just simply couldn’t cross. You didn’t think anyone noticed though. After all, they were all busy, it wasn’t their job to look after you and make sure you were okay.

Wanda did notice though, and so did Natasha but she didn’t care about it nearly as much as Wanda seemingly did. That was exactly why Wanda found herself convincing, or more like arguing with Natasha to have breakfast with you after not seeing you for those 4 days. 

They were both going through their morning routine, when Wanda decided to bring it up. Natasha was already done and waiting for her girlfriend to finish getting ready, sitting on the bed and mindlessly scrolling through her phone.

“You know, I was thinking,” said Wanda as she was brushing her hair, looking at Natasha through a mirror, though she just gave her a mindless hum while her eyes stayed the screen, “it might be nice to ask her to have breakfast with us.” 

This caught Natasha’s attention, and she abruptly raised her head to look at her girlfriend, her eyes full of confusion. “Who? The new girl?” 

“You know, she has a name, no need to call her ‘the new girl’.” Said Wanda as she rolled her eyes and continued. “And yes, she doesn’t really have anyone here, she could probably use some company,” said Wanda casually, as she shrugged her shoulders, while Natasha’s stance was anything but casual, her posture tense, clearly signaling her discomfort with the idea. “And that’s why we should have breakfast with her?”

Wanda nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, not noticing how appalled by the idea her girlfriend was. “Yeah, she’s all alone here, it’s a nice thing to do. And I want to get to know her more.” 

“Okay? That’s not my issue though. And neither it’s yours.” Said Natasha, her eyebrows raised in a disapproving manner.

Wanda let out an exasperated breath and turned around to look at her girlfriend directly, choosing to change tactics, “You know, she’s even younger than I was when I first got here, love.” 

“And how exactly is that my problem?” 

“She probably finds it scary here. I know I did.” This only earned her an eyeroll from Natasha, but she wasn’t willing to give up. “Come on, Nat. I haven’t seen her around since she got here. I’m kind of concerned.” 

Natasha gave her a skeptical look. “Concerned? You don’t even know her.” 

“Neither do you.” Shot Wanda back. 

“I just don’t have a good feeling about her. This whole thing smells fishy. The way she just showed up when we needed help? Don’t tell me it doesn’t sound suspicious. For all we know this could be some sort of set up.” Said Natasha as she crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows in a disapproving manner. But then she continued, her next words stubborn in an almost childish way. “And I think it’s weird how she’s keeping to herself.” 

Wanda couldn’t stop herself from letting out a chuckle, finding her girlfriend’s words ridiculous. “Oh, come on. She’s not a threat, she’s just scared and alone. We both know what that feels like.” 

Natasha rolled her eyes, unwilling to admit that Wanda’s words were actually getting to her. “Okay? She can hang out with Tony, he seems to like her.” 

Wanda mimicked her gesture, rolling her eyes in a similar manner, her words carrying a final tone. “One breakfast.” 

Natasha didn’t agree right away, and a moment of silence settled between them. But Natasha was a weak, weak woman when it came to Wanda, and she found herself agreeing despite her reluctance. “Fine, but I don’t trust her.” 

Wanda beamed, and she stepped closer to stand directly in front of Natasha. She wrapped her arms around Natasha’s neck, resting her elbows on her shoulders. When she raised her head she saw the victorious smile on Wanda’s face, clearly happy with getting her way. She wrapped her hand around Wanda’s waist, giving it a gentle squeeze, the gesture natural.  “And you don’t have to, I’m not asking you for that,” said Wanda as she leaned down and gave Natasha a small peck on the lips. “Just give her a chance, will you?”

So, that was how, half an hour later, they found themselves knocking on your door. Wanda carried a soft smile, while Natasha looked like she was ready to kill. That was the first thing you saw when you opened the door, Natasha’s murderous look, and you had to stop yourself from immediately closing the door again from how much it scared you.

It was Wanda who spoke though, her voice was gentle, and it somehow managed to soothe the anxiety Natasha left behind. “Hey, we were wondering if you would like to join us for breakfast?”

You shook your head, unsure if you heard her right. “I’m sorry, what?” 

Wanda laughed at your confused reaction, and in that moment you decided it was your absolute favorite sound in the world, so melodic and soft you almost melted. “You know, breakfast? With us? We haven’t seen you around that much, we thought it might be nice for you to get out a bit.”

You grimaced. “I, uh, I’m not sure, I really wouldn’t want to impose.” 

“Ah, come on, we wouldn’t be asking if we didn’t want you there.” Wanda said, her voice sincere, but you couldn’t help but glance at Natasha, clearly skeptical. 

“Don’t mind her, she frowns by default.” Wanda said, as she saw you look Natasha’s way, clearly unmoved by her girlfriend’s scowl. 

Natasha just rolled her eyes, deciding not to comment. “Look, I’m hungry, are you coming or not?”

You weren’t sure if it was the look she gave you or the tone of her voice but you found yourself nodding without even realizing it. Her whole attitude was stern, and it was clear that she was used to things going her way. Wanda was the same, at least from what you observed so far, but she seemed more like the type to coax you into agreeing with sweet words and smiles. Meanwhile, Natasha used stern looks and firm words to get her way, her attitude clearly strict. 

Both made you feel a certain type of way, but that wasn’t something you were willing to unpack right now, or at all. 

Wanda smiled brightly when she saw you nod, and she didn’t waste time in grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you out the door. “Come on, then. I’m making pancakes, do you like them?” 

“Uhh, I’ve never had them actually, but I mean, they do look good.” You said sheepishly as you glanced at Wanda, who was walking by your side. Natasha was a couple steps behind you, seemingly taking her time despite claiming she was hungry.

Wanda gave you a surprised look, genuinely baffled that you’ve never had something as classic as pancakes. “Really? How have you never had them?” 

You shrugged your shoulders and spoke. “Well, my foster parents weren’t really the type of parents to have a family breakfast full of love with you, and my parents worked a lot, they just didn’t have time to make me breakfast.” 

You saw the flash of sadness in Wanda’s eyes, and you were immediately hit with the guilt from lying to them again, but she quickly flashed you a smile and spoke. “Well, then, prepare yourself for the absolute best breakfast of your life.” 

You let out a giggle at the determination in her words, absolutely sure you were going to love whatever she was going to give you. A comfortable silence settled between the three of you, the sound of steps echoing as you walked through the compound. 

Although, it seemed like Wanda was eager to fill that silence no matter what. “Like the clothes?” She asked as she gave a cheeky smile, not missing how you were entirely dressed in her clothes. The look you gave her was nothing short of shy, clearly flustered. “I-, yeah, they’re really nice. I promise I’ll give them back soon, I just need to go get some of my own.” 

“Hey, it’s okay, no rush, keep them for as long as you want to. I don’t mind.” She said, her voice soothing the quiet storm in your mind, and you gave her a grateful smile. “Thank you.” 

Once you all made it to the kitchen Wanda immediately went to the fridge, taking out the ingredients, while Natasha got started on making coffee.

You stood next to Wanda, unsure what to do. “Do you need help?” 

She shook her head and nodded to the stools by the kitchen island. “No, it’s okay, I’ve got it, just go sit.” 

“Okay.” You said as you moved to sit down. Natasha briefly turned around to look at you, “want coffee?”

“Yes, please.” You breathed out, desperately needing one. She gave you a nod and turned back to the machine, making an extra cup for you. 

You watched them move around the kitchen, smoothly working together to prepare breakfast. It was fascinating, how easily they read one another, how they knew what the other was about to do, you could clearly see how this was something they’ve done dozens of times before, and you felt a pang of jealousy in your chest. You wished you had someone like they had each other, someone with whom you could do something as simple as making breakfast. 

You’ve never been in a relationship, which makes sense, you’ve spent the past 14 years of your life with Hydra, there was no space to date. No one there dated, and if they did, they never talked about it. The only couple you ever saw was your parents, and even that wasn’t an exemplary example, but if it weren’t for them, you probably would’ve never known what a relationship even is. That was how guarded your life was at Hydra. 

“So,” started Wanda, which snapped you out of your thoughts, “I haven’t seen you leave your room like, at all, since you came. Are you constantly cooped up there or are you just a vampire and leave when we all sleep?” You could hear the slight concern in her voice even though she tried to mask it with humor, and it made you curious. Why would she be concerned about you? 

The laugh you let out was honest, but it was still carrying a touch of unspoken heaviness. “Well, I guess, I’m just still getting used to this place.”

“I get that, I also didn’t get out that much when I first came here, if it weren’t for Natasha I think I still would've been stuck in that room.” Said Wanda, her voice full of understanding, but that wasn’t what caught your attention. “How long have you been here?” 

Wanda thought for a second before responding, momentarily stopping her movements. “A little over five years. Miss grumpy over here has been here for longer. Like 7 years now, I think?”

“I’m not grumpy.” Murmured Natasha, but her tone said something else. Wanda was quick to respond. “Sure, you just frown for fun, huh?” 

The eyeroll Natasha gave her was small, but it did not hide her frustration one bit. You couldn’t help but giggle at the way the couple bickered so effortlessly. You found it endearing how they just kept going back and forth, Wanda somehow never getting discouraged by Natasha’s grumpy nature. 

“Oh well, that really beats the 4 days I’ve spent here.” You murmured, faking annoyance. Somehow, the way they interacted with you and between themselves eased you enough to let go of some of the anxiety you felt, letting your guard down a bit.  

“Have you been together this whole time?” You asked carefully, not able to stop yourself, too curious to know more about the two women. You found yourself wondering what they were like when no one was watching. What did they talk about? Did they hold hands when they went for a walk? Did they cuddle? If they did, who held who? Did they have nicknames for each other? What were they like in bed- 

And that’s enough. 

“Kind of, we got together 3 months after we met.” She said as you watched her pour the dough into the pan. Gratitude filled you as you realized she wasn’t looking your way, because if she did, she would, without a doubt, notice the blush on your face, your thoughts leaving you a flustered mess. 

Natasha noticed though, as she placed a cup of coffee in front of you and sat down as well. You gave her a small smile, only glancing at her momentarily and murmured, “thanks.” She frowned when she saw your reddened cheeks, unsure where that came from. She turned her attention back to Wanda and mumbled. “And she’s been annoying me ever since.” 

“Don’t act like you don’t like it, love.” Said Wanda as she gave Natasha a cheeky wink, but her girlfriend just rolled her eyes and murmured while taking a sip of her coffee. “I don’t.” 

Wanda laughed as she turned to look at you, her words both honest and full of humor. “As you can see, we’re very in love.” 

“That must be nice.” You meant for the words to sound more lighthearted than sad, but somehow the sorrow didn’t get lost on either of them. Wanda tilted her head in curiosity, asking carefully, “you’ve never been in love?” 

“Not really, no. But it’s fine, I just always kind of wondered what it was like.” You explained, trying to keep your jealousy at bay. They didn’t need to know how much you craved the feeling of being loved by someone, it wasn’t their problem. 

“It’s very exciting at first, because it’s something new and you’re just getting to know someone, but over time it settles and it becomes kind of…calming in a way? At one point you just get to know them completely, there is nothing more to discover, no quirks to get used to, and you just exist together. Go through life together. It’s not so exciting anymore, but not in a bad way, it’s just comfortable.” You listened as Wanda spoke, clearly referencing her relationship with Natasha, because when you glanced sideways, you saw the tiny smile adoring Natasha’s lips, and you couldn’t help but smile as well. For the first time, you didn’t find Natasha scary, the smile completely softening her features, and for a second you wished she would smile at you like that too.

“That sounds very beautiful.” You said as you finally mustered the courage to look up, and saw the gentleness in Wanda’s eyes. “It is beautiful, and one day you’ll get to experience it too.” 

You heard the determination in her voice, but there was something else too, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It almost sounded as if she knew something you didn’t, but you decided not to dwell on it too much. 

“So, what do you guys even do around here?” You asked, both curious and also because you couldn’t keep stalling the inevitable, you were meant to get information here, not make friends.

“Lots of things, we train, prepare for missions, test weapons. Tony is constantly working on something or throwing parties no one asked for. And if not that then we just chill or hang out together.” Explained Wanda, though you couldn’t help but notice the reluctance on Natasha’s face. You wondered what that was about.

Did she know something? 

“You already have experience with that, huh? Training, fighting…” Asked Natasha, the suspicion in her voice clear as day, as if she was trying to catch you in a lie, but you were ready to answer any questions they might have. 

“Yeah, what was that about, the illegal fighting?” Wanda added, but unlike Natasha, her voice didn’t carry the same suspicion, only quiet concern. 

“I told you, I can make decent money on a good night.” You shrugged. 

Natasha fixed you with a firm look and asked. “Why did you never get a normal job?”

“I did waitressing on the side, but that barely made me enough money to afford groceries. Those fights were the only reason I didn’t have to sleep on a bench in a park. Though, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t close to that.” 

“God.” Sighed Wanda, obviously not pleased with what she was hearing. “What about something else?” 

“Well, let’s just say I’m not really qualified for anything else, I never finished school. I dropped out in my last year of high school.” You said with a shrug.

“What?!” Wanda turned away from the stove to look at you, her eyes full of shock. 

You sighed, prepared for the lecture that was sure to follow. “I know, I know. It was stupid and irresponsible decision, I’ve heard it all before.” 

“So, why did you do it?” Natasha asked, giving you a raised eyebrow, though this time her face expression didn’t scream suspicion. It seemed more like a disapproval, the kind of look a mother would give you if you brought home a bad grade. 

You looked back down before responding, staring into your cup, somehow feeling like she was scolding you with her eyes. “My foster parents...they weren’t very good. Never took care of me. I had to work throughout high school so I could afford food, because they refused to give me any of theirs. When I started my senior year I was one month away from turning 18, they told me they expected me out of the house by then. I tried to go to school and work, but it just wasn’t working, school was taking up most of my time and I just couldn’t afford to pay rent with how little I was working.” You explained, hoping you were believable, this was the most crucial moment of your mission. If they believed you now, everything would go smoothly, and the mission would be successful. You took a breath and continued talking. “So, I dropped out. I told myself it was just temporary, that I’ll work hard and save up enough to go back to school. Well, as you can see, that didn’t really work out.” 

“Oh, god, that is so awful, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.” Murmured Wanda, but you didn’t really catch anything except for the ‘sweetheart’. You were sure your brain short-circuited for a moment. No one has ever called you anything like that, not your parents and definitely not anyone at Hydra. It sounded so sweet and you found yourself wishing she would call you that again. 

You couldn’t help but notice the mild look of surprise on Natasha’s face, almost as if she was as taken back by the pet name as you were. She cleared her throat and spoke. “Do you want to go back to school?” 

The shrug you gave her might have come across as careless, but you just weren’t sure, or at least that was what you tried to convey. “I guess? I really don’t like calling myself a high school dropout, but I never really considered going back either, I barely make ends meet, so it just wasn’t an option for a really long time. But it would be nice to finally finish it.” 

“Well, you still can. Now that you’re here you would have enough time for it.” Said Wanda as she finally finished cooking and set a plate stacked with pancakes in the middle of the table. They smelled delicious, and looked like they were from a movie, but you didn’t reach for them right away. You weren’t sure how they were actually meant to be eaten, but you were also waiting for them to start, feeling like you needed permission before you could proceed. That was also one of the things that Hydra installed in you, mealtimes were just another tool to manipulate and torture, to bend children to their will. 

The look you gave her was nothing short of skeptical. “I don’t know, it took me 4 days to get to the kitchen. Going back to school seems kind of impossible right now.” 

“Hey, there’s no rush. You don’t have to go back at all, if you don’t feel like it, but the offer is on the table.” Said Wanda as she finally sat down, but she didn’t sit down next to Natasha like you expected her to. No, instead she sat down to your other side, metaphorically trapping you between them. It should’ve felt suffocating, to have both of them at your side, but instead you felt a strange wave of safety wash over you. 

“And so are these pancakes, so eat. I didn’t spend all that time behind a stove for nothing.” Wanda added and motioned for you to take some. 

You gave her a sheepish look, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Okay, this is going to sound extremely embarrassing but I actually have no idea how to eat these.” You said, hiding your face in your hands, but then you heard a laugh, one that definitely did not belong to Wanda. When you peaked out you saw Natasha laughing, but you could tell she was not trying to mock you, it was the type of laugh you let out when a baby does something silly. You blushed even harder at this and hid your face once again, but you let out a small giggle as well.

“Love, stop laughing.” Wanda said, though she couldn’t stop herself from smiling as well. 

Natasha's laugh died down, now more of a chuckle. “I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen someone look so stressed over pancakes.”

You pointed exasperatedly on all the stuff that was on the table with the pancakes, the chocolate spread, the jam, the whipped cream and the fresh fruit and whined dramatically. “There’s a lot of stuff here, it’s stressing me out!” 

Wanda let out a laugh too, finding your dilemma absolutely endearing. She took your plate and put a couple of pancakes on it, then she put a bit of butter on top and poured a generous amount of maple syrup over it. 

“Here, this is how people typically eat it.” She said as she set the plate back in front of you. “I like to put chocolate spread and fruit on it too, Nat finds it disgusting.” 

“That’s because it is. It’s sweet enough that even a toddler would refuse to eat it.” Grumbled Natasha. 

“Try it like this, and next time I make them you can try them differently, see what you like.” Said Wanda, while effectively ignoring Natasha’s not so nice comment. 

“Thank you.” You smiled and took a bite. You didn’t even manage to swallow before you raised your head in surprise, not expecting them to taste so good. “Good, huh?” Smiled Wanda. 

You took your time before responding, not wanting to be impolite. “I think this is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.” 

“I’m glad you think so, sweetheart.” 

That damn word again.

You kept your gaze on your plate, trying not to overthink. For a moment, the only sound filling the silence in the room was just the cutlery scraping against the plates. Surprisingly, Natasha was the one to fill in the silence this time. “We need to hurry, we have training in an hour and I don’t want to train with a full stomach.” 

“When do I start training?” You asked curiously, and Natasha raised her eyebrows as she asked. “Did you have the medical?” 

You nodded proudly, almost as if you were a kid that did their homework before their parents told them to, and Natasha nodded in approval. “Then we can start on Monday."

“We?” You asked in confusion, but Natasha was quick to answer. “Yes, we. I will be training you.”  

“Oh.” 

“Got a problem with that?” She asked, though there was no actual malice in her words, she was just teasing you, but you were still quick to defend yourself. “No, no, of course not. Just surprised.” 

Natasha smiled at your response, a hint of challenge in her eyes, clearly having fun teasing you. She was about to say something when Wanda interrupted her with a stern look. “Love, stop winding her up.” 

Natasha just raised her hands in surrender. “I’m not doing anything.” 

“Sure.” Mumbled Wanda. 

The rest of the breakfast continued peacefully, both women making effort in filling the silence, either by bickering or asking you questions. You actually had a very nice time, and when both of them stood up to go get ready for training you found yourself wishing for the breakfast to last forever. 

Maybe Wanda noticed the longing in your eyes, or maybe she actually enjoyed your company, you weren’t sure, but before you all went your separate ways she looked at you and asked. “Want to do this again tomorrow?” 

You nodded immediately, not only because of how gentle her voice was or because of how charmingly she smiled, but because you couldn’t physically wait to spend more time with the two women again. 

“Yeah, this was really nice. Thank you.” You said appreciatively. 

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Said Wanda, giving you one last look before retreating back to their room.

“See you around, malyshka.” Said Natasha and turned around to follow her girlfriend. You tilted your head curiously, wondering what the word meant. You considered asking her, but she was too far away, so you just shrugged and went to your room, feeling so much better than you did these past 4 days.

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