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“Stay close, check in often.”
Wanda resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the instruction and told herself to keep her expression as neutral as possible. She knew her efforts were in vain when she saw the slight narrowing of Natasha’s eyes.
“It’s about safety.”
“You know I can take care of myself, right?” Wanda replied, the irritation rolling off of her in waves. Natasha may be one of the strongest, smartest, and scariest people that anyone could meet, but Wanda was... well, Wanda didn’t know what she was. Nobody did. But weak wasn’t it.
“I know you think you can,” Natasha bit out. Wanda wondered how she could be intimidating with so few words. Her eyes flicked away from Natasha’s, but she kept her shoulders square, not wanting to show any fear.
Perhaps there was truth in her words. Perhaps. Wanda was getting lonely and her loneliness made her… reckless sometimes. An extra day to herself here, using her powers to make life easier there. They were on the run and nobody understood how to do that better than Natasha, but sometimes the rules made Wanda want to crawl out of her skin. Besides, when she and Viz found time together, it was hard to think anything bad could happen.
But after a few days without checking in, the reality of the outside world would always return. Then the guilt of making her team worry weighed heavy on her mind. Steve and Sam always let it go quickly enough. Steve, most likely because he felt that Wanda’s troubles were his fault, and Sam because he gave most people the benefit of the doubt as long as nobody was hurt. There was something about the way Natasha looked at her, however, when she would return after a long absence that made Wanda want to avert her eyes in shame.
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Wanda conceded. The disappointment in Natasha’s eyes made her want to squirm in her spot. God, she wanted to make it stop.
“I don’t know if you are,” Natasha replied, her gaze unrelenting.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, I don’t know if you’re sorry.” Natasha took a step forward, daring Wanda to contradict her.
“Well… I don’t know what else to tell you.” Wanda would not let her intimidate her like this. Yes, she was the youngest and perhaps least experienced of the group, but how dare Natasha think she could talk to her this way.
Wanda stood frozen in her place and watched as the former spy’s gaze examined her. Unable to take her eyes off of her, Wanda watched as Natasha walked silently over to the door and slid the lock into place. With her back to Wanda, a low, even voice rang out. “Maybe I should teach you a lesson.”
What? The thought cut through Wanda’s head before it passed her lips.
“What do you mean ‘teach me a lesson?’”
Natasha turned from her spot near the door, her tone easy. “I know that you have abilities, Wanda.”
“They aren’t tricks, Natasha. It’s who I am—"
"—Yes. They are a part of you. You, Wanda Maximoff. Only you. A famous Sokovian fugitive who is in hiding with several other fugitives. If you don’t know how to keep yourself safe without using them, then you don’t know how to keep yourself safe.”
The words slapped Wanda as she struggled to think of a response. Natasha was right. Her, Sam, and Steve had changed to blend in and fly under the radar. They changed their behavior to be as inconspicuous as possible. If Wanda couldn’t follow the precautions they put in place, or figure out ways to avoid trouble without using the one thing that identified her, they may as well head back to the Raft now. Wanda stood in her spot, trying to think of a proper apology when Natasha’s voice cut into her thoughts.
“Turn around.”
“What? Why?”
“I told you already. To teach you a lesson.”
What was this? Wanda was just about to concede, to admit to her mistakes, and Natasha wanted to act like this? No way.
Wanda opened her mouth to say as much when Natasha took a quick step forward and she felt a foot hook behind her ankle as Natasha swept her off of her feet and sent her tumbling back towards the ground. On reflex, Wanda quickly spread her arms and flexed her fingers, using a field of energy to stop her a few inches short of hitting the floor.
“No,” Natasha’s voice rang out, clear and decisive. “No powers. Powers. Draw. Attention.”
“And if I need them, what then?” Wanda asked, still suspended on her back above the ground. She watched as Natasha stepped into her field of vision and swung her leg across Wanda’s body, straddling her. Slowly, she bent down until her eyes bore down into the younger woman’s.
“Do you think you need them now?” she asked, a hint of sweetness flavoring the flint of her voice. Natasha stood there, bent over in Wanda’s space, breathing Wanda’s air. A lock of her short, platinum tresses fell from its place behind her ear and tickled Wanda’s cheek. The contact felt like a shot of electricity and Wanda fell those final few inches to the ground. Natasha straightened from her position, her green eyes still locked on gray as she allowed herself to tower over the younger woman.
Shit. Natasha was right. Wanda had used her powers when she didn’t need to. Reckless. The thought rankled almost as much as Natasha’s stare did.
But why did she get to be right all the time? The question ripped through Wanda’s mind with a violent heat. Suddenly, was surging forward before she could think, hooking Natasha’s knees with her right arm while her left gripped her waist and she rolled over her side, taking the former Soviet spy with her.
Wanda didn’t realize what she had done until she found herself pressed into Natasha’s stomach, pinned between Wanda and the floor.
For a moment, neither of them moved, stunned by Wanda’s quick movement. Had she just taken Natasha by surprise? Natasha, hard as nails, always-thinking-five-steps-ahead Romanoff was just surprised by an amateur. A fledgling. The giddiness coursed through Wanda and she allowed it to flow through her veins like a drug. She lifted her head and allowed a giggle to dance out of her throat.
“Do you think this is funny, Maximoff?” Natasha spit out. Wanda allowed her eyes to trail up Natasha’s body. In her haze, she had somehow gripped Natasha’s arms in a restraining hold against the ground. Wanda would not let Natasha take this moment away from her.
“I guess I’ve learned something in my training.”
She knew it was silly and maybe a little childish, but Wanda still knew to count the win for the win it was.
“Maybe you have,” Natasha replied from beneath her, her breath pulling at the threads of her shirt. Wanda could feel the full heat of her body as she lay there and realized with a start she was positioned between Natasha’s open legs.
Slowly, Wanda felt the body beneath her start to move. Her face was still level to Natasha’s taught stomach and the flow of her body brought Wanda’s eyes to the soft curves of Natasha’s breasts. Wanda quickly averted her eyes and was about to apologize when the soft undulations of the body beneath her turned hard as Natasha closed her legs tight around Wanda’s back and flipped them over until Natasha was once again staring down into her eyes. Wanda kept her grip on Natasha’s arms and did her best to keep them pinned to Natasha’s sides, but the older woman quickly broke free and reversed her grip. Now she was holding Wanda’s wrists in her strong hands.
“Never let yourself get distracted, Wanda.”
“That’s not fair, you cheated.”
“Many people will come your way. Many things will come your way. Do you think it will be fair,” she asked as she allowed her thighs to tighten like a vice around Wanda’s back. Dear god, she was strong.
“You crossed a line and took advantage,” Wanda spit back.
“Did I?” Natasha’s tone changed into something that sounded soft around the edges. “Did I… cross a line?” she asked as Wanda felt her weight shift atop her until their hips aligned. Several thoughts shot through Wanda’s mind in that moment. Wanda had seen the Black Widow at work, had seen Natasha slip into the role like a silk skirt, slipping into it and disarming those around her. It was obvious to Wanda that Natasha was trying to distract. It was obvious, but it didn’t change the flash of heat that spread through her body. Slowly, Wanda felt her arms allow the movement of Natasha’s as she lifted both of her hands above the younger woman’s head.
Natasha flattened her torso against Wanda’s and allowed her legs to spread wider until they were once again nose to nose. She adjusted her grip until both Wanda’s hands were restrained by one of Natasha’s. Her free hand moved Wanda's chin and tilted it up, Wanda allowing the movement. This close, Wanda could see the pupils of Natasha’s eyes swallow the green and her own mouth suddenly went dry. She licked her own lips to bring a little moisture to the area and an exhale fell from her lips.
“Did I cross a line?” Natasha asked again, her lips parting at Wanda’s exhalation. Wanda heard the question for what it was. Natasha wasn’t asking about what she had already done. She was asking for what she was about to do. The realization brought a fresh wave a heat through her body. The word yes screamed through her head. Before her voice could connect Wanda, once again, moved on instinct.
Wanda surged forward, meeting Natasha’s mouth in a clash of soft, plump lips, teeth, and a taste of wet, hot tongue. Natasha released her grip on Wanda’s wrists and allowed both her hands to cup the younger woman’s face. Wanda’s hands moved from the place above her head to wrap around the Russian’s back. She pressed Natasha closer to her, the weight of her breasts pressing into hers as Natasha moved Wanda’s chin to the side. Wanda felt Natasha’s generous mouth press soft kisses against her jaw and down the side of her throat followed by the hot, wet tip of her tongue. A shiver passed through Wanda as Natasha’s tongue laved at the spot where her neck and shoulder met. A moan fell from her lips as Natasha gave a quick, sharp bite at the spot only to smooth it over with the softness of her lips.
Suddenly, the cool air replaced the heat of Natasha’s mouth and the older woman sat up quickly. Her breasts pulled at the fabric of her shirt as she breathed heavily from her perch atop Wanda. She could see the faint outline of nipples poking through the fabric. God, Wanda wanted to take the hard nub into her mouth, licking wet circles around the pebbled flesh. She lifted her head to allow her mouth to do just that when Natasha’s firm hands pressed her shoulders into the ground.
“No, stop.”
Natasha’s words hit Wanda like a slap in the face. “We shouldn’t… I’m sorry,” she said, sliding off of Wanda. As abruptly as it had started, Natasha stopped it. Wanda watched silently as Natasha rose to her feet and offered her hand. Wanda took it, rose to her feet, and tried not to notice the pang of disappointment when Natasha released her hand as quickly as it was given.
“No, don’t be sorry, I—"
“—let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, okay?”
Her words made sense, but the bitten red hue of Natasha’s swollen lips made the thoughts move through Wanda’s brain more slowly. What she was saying made sense, but Wanda’s heart was still pounding too hard, her skin was still too hot to understand the sudden shift. After a few moments, her thoughts caught up to her mouth enough to stammer out a reply. “Right... you’re right.”
Natasha gave a quick nod as the cool, impassive veneer that Wanda was used to seeing overtook Natasha’s expression. Then Natasha turned without a word, unlatched the lock, and walked out of the room. Wanda remained in her spot and slowly straightened the fabric of her clothing. Whatever had happened ended almost as quickly as it had begun. And though a part of her felt relief, the aching wetness between her legs left her with more questions than she was ready to answer.