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It was only Wanda's second mission since officially joining the New Avengers, and she had to admit, just to herself, that she was a little nervous. The first time she had been with the whole group, but this time it was just her and Natasha.
That, or everyone else on the team was late. Wanda looked over at Natasha and fought the urge to check her mind, see what was happening. Instead, she asked out loud, “Any idea what the mission is?”
Natasha, reclining in her chair, shrugged. “If it's just us two, it's got to be something subtle.”
Wanda was debating what subtle could mean for another two minutes until Director Hill walked in. She saw the two of them, sitting next to each other, and nodded approvingly, leaning against the wall. “Look at you two, already passing as a couple.”
“Excuse me?” Wanda asked. She glanced at Natasha, who seemed to still slightly, as if she hadn't seemed just like stone only a few seconds ago.
Director Hill ignored Wanda's questions, and pulled up an image of a blonde woman that looked to be in her thirties. “Anna Jones, 33, a scientist suspected of being in league with Hydra. We have some information that indicates she's working on something big, something involving alien communication.”
She left the image on, and Wanda studied the woman's long blonde hair, and dark eyes for a few seconds, before turning back to Director Hill.
“What I need you two to do is to pose as a couple and infiltrate the couple's retreat that Anna and her wife will be on. Get friendly, and find us the intel we need.”
Wanda's heart jumped in her throat. Pretending to be Natasha's girlfriend? She was gorgeous, and stern, and Wanda could imagine several interesting things to do with and to her.
“Why us?” Natasha asked, leaning forward, elbows on the table. “Why not one of the actual couples here. Or even me and Clint. We've done this sort of thing before.”
“It's a lesbian couple's retreat,” Hill said. “Wanda, you're interested in women, right?”
“Yes?” Wanda didn't see what that had to do with anything. “But we're just pretending, so what does it matter?”
“If you're interested in women, then it will be less likely to seem strange to you. You'll fit in better, by virtue of your orientation alone. And Natasha's our best female spy, so it makes sense to pair her with you. Between her skills and your ability to read minds, this should be a simple mission. You might even be able to enjoy yourselves while you're there, provided the plans we're sending you to find aren't time-sensitive.” Director Hill looked at the two of them, and then slid two manila envelopes across the table to them both. “Your names and new cards.”
It didn't seem like Wanda was able to turn the mission down, not now that Director Hill had already made them undercover lives. Still, she had to ask. “Natasha, is this something that you would find acceptable?”
“It's a job,” Natasha said, turning to look at Wanda. Her eyes gave her a slow once-over. “And not a bad one, really.” She stopped when she caught Wanda's eyes, and Wanda was sure her heart would beat out of her chest. Natasha was always intense, but the look she was giving her right now was enough for Wanda to wonder how she would fake things for a week. “Are you okay with it?”
“Yes,” Wanda said, glad her voice didn't sound as breathless as she thought it would. “I suppose that I am.”