Ready?
“Will do.”
As Wanda finishes up her food, she washes the dishes along with her hands to get the stench of vinegar off. “Should I change?” She asks, wearing nothing but a thin white shirt and shorts that are definitely too big for her. “No, but maybe put a jacket on.” Natasha replied. She was wearing her gym clothes. A sports bra and biker shorts. She had to change. “I’ll be back, though. I’ll let you know when I’m ready. Will you do the same?” “Yeah, of course.” They exchange a warm smile and quick glances away from and towards each other.
“I should really start my laundry.” Natasha mutters. She only has a baggy navy hoodie. No change of pants. Looks like they’d both be running around in shorts today. She throws the hoodie over her sweaty gym clothes. Gross. She thinks, looking at herself in the mirror. She undoes her braid and lets her curly hair escape the rubber band.
Wanda was getting ready too. She knows that Natasha said not to change, but she didn’t say she couldn’t. Besides, if Nat wanted her to wear a jacket, she thought that implied it might be cold wherever they were going. She thought that putting on these loose fit/baggy jeans would look good and keep her warm enough.
She looks around the room that Tony put her in. She’s looking for any sort of clip for her hair. Maybe Pepper had left something? She finds a claw clip, but isn’t sure if it would even hold her thick, long hair.
She tries it, fails, and just leaves it down instead.
Wanda takes a seat on the edge of her bed and waits for Natasha to call her or get her. She doesn’t want to seem annoying, but she’s also not sure if she should go to Nat or just silently wait for her arrival. She starts thinking about what Nat might be wearing. Then, that leads to her contemplating changing her own outfit. As she unzips the sweater she had on, she realizes why Nat had told her to wear a jacket. You could see her black, laced bra clear as day. “Oops.” She blurts, zipping up her jacket once more.
Little did she know, Natasha was already at her door. She saw the whole thing play out. Wanda turned to her door frame after hearing a cat-calling whistle. “Natasha!” She exclaimed, flustered and almost as red as a cherry. “Hi, Wands.” Natasha says in a playful tone. “You’re gonna go in that?” Wanda clears her throat. Something about Natasha’s presence was nerve racking. Like something was fluttering around in Wanda’s stomach whenever she saw her.
“Is there something wrong with it?” Natasha jokingly asked. She didn’t care about the answer, she just wanted to keep their conversation going. “No- No, not at all. I love it. Well, no I don’t love it. I love you- Sorry. What? Hello.” Wanda’s mind was going everywhere and nowhere at the same time. “Get it together, Maximoff.” Natasha laughs. “C’mon, let's go.” “Right, sorry. Okay.” Wanda replies, avoiding eye contact or any sort of contact for that matter. She grabs the door knob to close it behind her, but she’s stopped by a hand on top of hers. “Allow me.” Natasha smiles.
Wanda feels like Nat’s playing with her. “Thanks.” She replied, covering her face with her long sleeve to hide the fact that her simple blushes had turned into one massive red tint. “You’re so easily embarrassed.” Natasha laughed, closing the door and reaching for Wanda’s arm to pull it down. “You can be open with me, Пупсик.”
Again with the Russian. Wanda thinks that Natasha knows what that does to her, but it beats her. It definitely makes whatever was fluttering inside of Wanda’s stomach go a little crazier.
“You play around too much, Natasha.” She says, holding Natasha’s hand with the only other hand that wasn’t within the other woman’s grasp. “If you like me that much, just say it.” Now she had Natasha flushed. “Come on, you’re like, 20.” “That doesn’t seem to matter that much to you, does it?” Wanda chuckles, secretly entering Natasha’s thoughts.
“You’re 28?” She says, surprised. “I thought you were much younger than that.” “Yeah, that’s why I’m not trying to take this anywhere. You’re like 9 years younger than me. Does that not seem weird to you?” Natasha worries, slowly removing her hands from the younger woman. “It wouldn't be a crime. Plus, it’s not like you seem to care too much. Not on the inside, at least. Not up there.” Wanda pokes on Natasha’s forehead. “You don’t even know anything about me, Wanda.” She counters.
“Oh, but I could.” Wanda smirks. “Could you?” Natasha rhetorically asks, slamming Wanda into the wall, just hard enough for her to get the idea. “Is this your idea of foreplay?” Wanda asks, not seeing Natasha as a threat. “You’re insane, Maximoff.” “So are you.”