Chapter 3
Natasha sighed. She dropped her fists from the punching stance as she looked at Wanda. The witch smiled gently as she walked with Nat to the benches.
"So what did you want to talk about?" The redhead said as she sipped her water, clenching the plastic bottle she drank from.
"I wanted to talk…about us" Wanda said with some hesitation in her voice. She sat, crossed legs on the bench as she looked up, her eyes watering slightly.
Natasha almost choked on her water when she finally understood what Wanda meant. Her eyes wandered to meet Wandas as she struggled to find the words to say. "I-i…" Natasha stuttered, slightly speechless and nervous, something a black widow never was.
A black widow was strong, emotionless and smart. They had walls built up to show that was how they were. But Wanda always knew how to break those walls Natasha she spent years putting up. Even with the witch's soft smile and nose scrunch, she would make the widow's heart melt.
"Hey…Natasha? We don't need to talk about it if your uncomfortable.". Wanda said as she softly held Natasha's hands. She caressed Nat's face as her eyes looked worriedly at the redhead. "N-no, it's alright… w-what do you want to talk about?" Natasha nervously responded, blushing at the touch of Wanda's face.
Wanda was hesitant for a second before responding. "I wasn't able to properly communicate with you before I left or kinda..ran away." The widow's face dropped to a guilty expression, looking down in shame.
"I-im.. sorry for running away, y'know? I just overreacted… uhm." The brunette commented, sighing. "Just.. why'd you do it..? W-what did I do wrong?" That was a question. A serious question that's struck Natasha. why did she do it? Why did she sleep with someone when she had a girlfriend. It was her fault.
Natasha's head rang with those thoughts. She opened her mouth to speak when the door swung open. Agatha was leaning on the door, senior scratchy in her hands. "Sweetheart, where have you been? I've been looking for y-" Agatha stopped talking when she saw Natasha. "Oh hello Natasha." The older witch's voice brought shivers down the black widow's spine.
"Address me as Mrs.Romanoff, Mrs. Harkness." Natasha annoying responded as Wanda remained silent, concerned to the tension between the two other girls. Agatha rolled her eyes and walked over and grabbed Wanda's arms.
"I'll be taking my sweetheart to her room now, it must be a pain talking to you Mrs.Romanoff. Agatha said as she walked with Wanda, out the door. The younger witch Waved at Natasha, clearly worried for the redhead.
Natasha returned with a painful smile as she watched them leave. Once she was left alone, she looked up, sighing. Tears ran down her face as the thought of Wanda stayed in her head. One question remained in the widow's head as well.
Why did she do it?
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Wanda lay in her bed, Agatha looking at her with a slight smirk, though it was mostly a worried look shown on her face. "so. How did it go?" She asked in a gentle tone as she sat next to Wanda on the bed. "You can't just lay there forever you know?"
Wanda just groaned in response as she lay there, curling up as she leaned on Agatha, head on her lap. "sweetheart, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Agatha said with her flirty voice, her face smirking as she caressed Wanda's face.
"I don't know if I screwed up. What if I did..? What If she's mad that I ran away?" Wanda finally spoke, breaking the silence. Agatha chuckled before sweeping the hair away from Wanda's face.
"Don't worry about that love. I'm sure she's alright with it. She understands you." The older witch said before helping Wanda sit up as she groaned like a child just told to do chores.
"Now, I'll help you relax alright?"
Agatha said right before her lips touched Wanda's, smudging her lipstick slightly as the younger witch soon became a whimpering mess.