Nat’s POV
I walk by the external area’s lawn of the Avengers compound. I always take time to just walk and unwind. I deserve it as, in the end, being an avenger was not easy.
A little further I see Wanda and y/n sitting on one of the benches. Their faces were not good.
“Hey, girls. Why you are down like this?”
They look at me and then at each other, sad faces still there. The brunette draws air to speak but y/n stops her, whispering a “let me speak”.
“Sit here and I'll tell you.”
Normally, I wouldn’t have any patient for this kind of thing, but these two are like sisters, almost daughters to me, so I do.
“Ok, now tell me.”
Wanda sighs and stare at me. Is that a smirk growing on the side of her lips?
“The bench’s paint is still wet.”
I raise my look, the expression changing completely. I can not believe it. I blink sometimes, holding myself not to kill them here and now.
They were laughing, hard. Let’s see until when.
“You have ten seconds.”
Their smiles disappear, switching places with wide eyes and gulps.
“Nat...” y/n stutters.
“Nine.”
“It was just a joke.”
“Eight.”
“We just wanted you to laug–”
“Y/n, run! She’s not kidding!”
The girl pulls her and they start running.
“Seven, six, five-four-three-two-one, now you’ll pay for this!”
Both scream in fear.
“Run faster, she will catch us!”
“I don’t have powers, did you forget? Nat, for God’s sake, it was just a joke!”
“That’s right, I have powers!” The mutant starts to use her magic to fly, leaving the other girl behind.
“Wanda! Traitor! Take me with you! WandAAA!”
“Now it’s just you and me, y/n!”
“I don’t wanna die, I’m too young!”
“But soon you will!”
“StEEEve, help! Natasha wants to kill me, help me! Tony? Thor? Someone?! HEEELP!”
