Promises of Tomorrow
Entering that room had taken more will than she had thought it might, but the moment Maria had left her to go to the observation room she paused, hand wrapped around the door handle. Wanda lets go, shaking out her hand in the hope to let out some of the nervous energy that had welled up inside her. Hill had assured her there was no danger, he was cuffed to the table and she and Natasha would be right behind that glass.
Not to mention her powers could handle a human with little to no effort. This man had been playing games with them for weeks, always ahead.
Another long breath pulls through her before she turns the handle, walking into the room with a look of confidence on her face, that she perhaps doesn’t feel, and stares the man down.
This wasn’t the government photo staring her in the face, or the grainy black and white ghost of a man they’d pulled from security cameras. Here he was in full colour staring back at her in a way that made the witch’s skin crawl.
“I was wondering when they would send you.” He says, a sickening smile pulling over his face. It didn’t reach his eyes, and that only served to unsettle her nerves more.
“And why is that?” Her head tilts to the side, as she leans against the glass, keeping a distance between them.
“I haven’t told them a thing, logically they’d bring in the witch that could break into my head without batting an eye.”
“So, you wanted me here?” She asks, holding tight to the calm demeanour she’d walked in with.
Wanda didn’t like this, and she knew Natasha was likely feeling the same from where she stood behind the glass.
“And if I did? Why do you think that would be?”
“I’m over your traps, you’re holier than thou attitude. Tell me how to stop the attacks,” She knew that he wasn’t likely to tell her – and that he had no way of knowing that they’d already found a way to buy themselves time, but if getting the out from him could happen, why not?
He straightens in the chair, back ridged with eyes to match. Even sat in the chair she could sense his height, the way he’d carry himself above her should he get the chance.
“Yes, let me just hand over all the leverage I have.” He rolled his eyes, appearing board as his straightened back fell in on itself.
“You can tell me, or I can go poking around that twisted mind of yours instead?”
Behind the glass Natasha stood still, the only movement coming from her fingers as they play with her bottom lip – a nervous tick she was glad the woman beside her was ignoring. Any other circumstance and she’d be teasing her.
“You could.” Bykov says, “Once you do though, be sure to poke around further, find my motivations, my purpose as It were.” The more he spoke the more his accent slipped through and Wanda knew from experience that meant he was worried about her finding something.
“I’m not interested in your motivations, only a way to end this.” She says, intentionally letting some anger slip through her tone.
“You can’t stop this, you child. If you want this to end, you give me the Black Widow.” He demands, eyes staring past Wanda to the mirror. Natasha froze as he seemed to stare directly at her. “She dies, and I go away. It’s simple.”
“I won’t trade her life,” Wanda says through gritted teeth.
She knew she’d made a mistake the moment his eyes find hers again and she resists the urge to look away. “You love her.”
Wands doesn’t respond only stares him down again.
“Should I tell you exactly what I plan to do with her?” He leans further into the table, looking up at her in such a way she knew he wanted to provoke her. “How I’ll tie her to a post, as my father was… make her feel like she’s nothing more than a lesson. A lesson to them all.” She notices the anger in his voice rise with each word and for the first time since she entered that room emotion swam in his eyes.
“You won’t get the chance,” Wanda warns.
“You’re going to let me out of this room, out of this building and walk me into the hands of my friends.” He said it with such conviction that had she not known any better she may have believed it.
“Enough of this.” Her hand rises as she speaks and her magic hits his temple before he can even think to make a move against her.
“Finally,” Maria says from beside Nat, eyes intent on the scene playing out before them. Nat doesn’t comment on it, only watches as well. Wanda steps away from the mirror and takes deliberate strides around the room, keeping her eyes on Bykov.
His eyes shine red and he doesn’t move. Natasha wonders if that’s what she looked like the times that Wanda was in her head, playing with her memories. It was an unsettling sight.
“Ahh, there it is,” Wanda says as she sifts through long enough o get to the plans of attack against some of the world’s most powerful, the president of the united states being one of them. This man was nothing if not ambitious. She thinks before fishing further into his mind, looking for the end game.
She knew it would be Natasha, perhaps the Red Room itself and all those that had lent a hand to the madness that happened there. That it left in its wake as it churned out assassins. It was almost as If her own thoughts brought forth what she’d been looking for in his.
“Ahh!” A yell pulls from her out of nowhere and she tries to pull back from his mind. She can’t. Something is holding her there – like ropes keeping her from escaping.
“What’s happening, is that normal.”
“No,” Natasha says already on her way to the door, ready to get in there and pull the witch from whatever she was seeing.
Wanda tries again, putting everything she has into escaping that image of Natasha being tied to a post with a bullet hole in the center of her forehead. The image keeps replaying, again and again, and she’s forced to watch.
Suddenly the lifeless body goes ridged against the post, looking directly at her – but where Natasha’s green eyes were supposed to be swirls a purple stares back at her. That’s when she feels it; someone else’s magic. She was led to this thought and had taken the bait.
The door opens with a bang from across the room and Wanda is pushed out of Bykov’s mind, all eyes turn their attention to Natasha as she stands there. “Wanda! What’s…”
With horror Wanda watches her hand rise and a blast of magic – not her usual red, put purple – flies from her fingers, slamming the spy into the wall across the hall from the door. Whatever she’d run into in his damned head had come back out with her.
“Told you you’d be walking me out of here,” Bykov says smugly, lifting his cuffed hands towards her. “Little help?”
She wanted to leave him there to rot, but that’s not what she does, instead, with a flip of her wrist, she frees the man from his restraints.
“Time to go, witch.” He says, rubbing at his now free wrists. “I don’t suspect that little spell I had laid for you will last nearly as long as I’d like it to.” He knew it would work, but the witch he’d paid to lay the magic for Wanda to find has warned him that the stronger the witch the less likely a long hold would be.
She follows him out of the room at the exact moment Natasha is climbing to her feet, confusion and pain making her features. She knew better than feel betrayed at the action, Wanda wasn’t in control there.
“Stay put, Romanoff, or I’ll have your girlfriend kill you right here.”
Maria is already standing there, gun raised but knows the magic surrounding Wanda will likely kill her if she gets shot off against the madman. They had no other option but to watch as he walked away, Wanda at his side.
“Wanda?” Her voice cracks on the witch’s name. “I know you’re in there, do what he says, I’ll bring you back.”
A grunt pulls from Bykov at her words. “You’ll die trying.”
He starts down the hallway, waving Wanda on to follow him. “Come, Wanda, you’ll need to ensure I get out of here without getting shot.”
The second they duck from view around a corner she can hear Maria calling out, alerting the building to the threat now roaming the halls. Her. She was a threat to the people she cared about, the side that she’d worked so hard to fit into after almost ending the world. Bile settles in her throat at the thought that she may kill one of them without any control.
To her immense relief, they exited the building with minimal harm to anyone.
“I could make you do anything I wanted; you know.” Bykov sneers once they are into a vehicle, he’d had waiting for them. “But that would make me a monster.”
She doesn’t say anything – mostly because she suspects any words that would come out of her mouth would not be her own. She stares ahead, past the passengers’ seat and out of the front window – brow furrowed. There had to be a way she could break out of this hold, unknown magic held on her.
Inside Natasha throws the door to the security room open and heads straight to the monitor. Maria is on her heels. “Nat you need to calm down, he’s not going to kill her – he needs her for something,”
Nat rounds on her, eyes blazing, “and after he gets what he needs from her, what then?” he asks not expecting an answer.
“Then she’ll kill him if need be,”
“She’s not a killer,” Nat says forcing her voice to shift away from her anger.
“She has it in her, and to protect you from him?”
“Let's get to her before she has to make that call, I don’t want that on her.”
Maria lets out a breath. “You can’t protect her from everything.”
“I can try.” Nat starts but cuts her own point off as she points at the screen. “There. A black sedan, we got the plates.” She turns, stepping around Maria but stops when a hand finds her arm.
“What are you going to do, chase them down? That’s not smart – we need to think about this. Let her..”
The spy’s eyes narrow. “Let her what, Maria? Get more information, risk her life for info that may not mean a damn thing because he kills her before she can get it to us?” She pulls her arm back roughly. “You stay here, I’m going to save her.”
New York City was many things, easy to navigate when one didn’t know where they were going was not one of them. Nat knew she’d never catch them – not without some hint about where Bykov was taking them. She takes one of the shield vehicles lined in the parking structure below – tapping the screen inlay as soon as the engine rumbles to life.
“Tony. I need you to get into all traffic cams in the city – I’ll send over the make and model.”
“Okay, hello to you too.” He says, confused as to the urgency.
“He has Wanda.”
“On it.” He ends the call and Nat sends the make of the car and the licence plate.
It’s the first moment of silence she’d had since Bykov had taken Wanda, and she wishes there was something to distract her. The look on the younger woman’s face when she’d turned on Nat had hurt more than the hit she’d taken by Wanda’s hand.
Maria called off the release of their decoy but told the agent to stay on hand – if there was a way they could use this to their advantage, they would. She disliked not having a plan – Natasha’s desperate chase aside – they needed a plan when it came to this man.
Tony sent Nat the information and real-time location of the escape vehicle within minutes. She pulls in a steadying breath as the hard lines of focus settle on her face, then peels out of the garage, hoping she’ll be able to catch them before they get to an area that is too heavily populated. At this point in the game, she knew that he wanted her dead, and if she were to come after him guns blazing then he would return in kind. Problem was that Wanda was his current weapon of choice.
Thinking of Wanda as a weapon stung, knowing that after Hydra the girl had never wanted to be seen as a weapon again and if Natasha had anything to do with it than it would never happen again – and Bykov would pay for what he’d done there today.
Somewhere ahead of where the spy is narrowly missing other cars on the roads leading into the city, Bykov turns curious eyes to the Witch at his side. “I bet you’re wondering what I need you for?”
Despite wanting to blow him right out of the moving car, Wanda doesn’t move a muscle, only stares ahead.
“Not much for conversation then?” He nods, looking out the front window as well. “Fine, I’ll speak. There are many ways I can get what I want from a person – money, torture, a common enemy.” He shrugs like he was having a conversation about the weather. “But you, you can get information from someone without even trying. No middle man – you just take.”
She turns to him then, realizing exactly what he’d taken control of her for. He was going to force her to invade the minds of someone else. Someone likely innocent and in no way warranted her trifling through their mind.
“You’re going to get me what I need, all the names from that wretched place that took my father from me.” His voice grows colder with every word, and the conviction in those words pulls her attention. He was referring to the Black Widow program – the same people that had tortured, maimed and taught Natasha to do all those terrible, horrid things.
“You’re going to help me kill them all.”
Wanda eyes him. Had he not also been threatening Nat she may be inclined to agree with him, that program had no place in this world and helping rid the world of it wouldn’t cause her to lose any sleep. She’d been so inclined towards destructive revenge once before – perhaps this would be a better-aimed cause.
“I won’t help you kill people.”
He laughs and her stomach turns. “Oh, yes, you will. You’re going to hand me the keys to the kingdom, then I’ll watch it burn.”
Behind them some streets Natasha is keeping an eye out for any vehicles matching theirs, but so far there was nothing that she could go on. She taps the com in her ear – one she’s shut off the moment she left, not wanting to hear Maria calling her off – and sighs.
“I’m flying blind here, Hill.”
“I won’t say I told you so.” Maria says before adding, “What do you need?”
Nat rattles off the direction the car had been heading in and where Tony was still currently tracking it. “He’s clearly taking her somewhere, there has to be a reason – get me anywhere relevant that he could be headed in that direction.”
“I’ll try.”
She listens while Maria lists different locations, government buildings some listed, some not, a temple, a few apartment complexes and an old pizza joint were the only things on the next few streets. “He could just be passing through Nat; this could be nothing.”
“No, he’d have taken the back roads and lost us if there wasn’t something close, he needed.” She tightens her grip on the steering wheel. “Wait, what was the name of that pizza place?”
“I doubt he’ll be stopping for lunch Nat.”
She rolls her eyes. “The name!”
“Pa’s Pizza.”
“Damn it!” She yells as a ghost from her past being dug out of the back of her mind.
“You care to share with the rest of us?”
Natasha lets out a breath and pushes the accelerator harder– she knew the place – should have thought of it before then. Back in Russia, there had been next to no one that she could trust, and even fewer that could trust her, but there was one person that she knew she could believe in beyond anyone else in her life. “Warburg, he defected around the same time I did – helped me escape more times than enough when I left the KGB for SHEILD.”
“How have I never heard of this guy then?”
“Because there are some people that don’t need to be on shields’ radar. He deals in the criminal world – but I could trust him. Then and now.”
She can almost see the way Maria’s jaw clenches. “So, what is Bykov’s interest?”
“He is the only one this side of the world that knows more about the Red room than they probably know about themselves. This isn’t just about me – his vendetta is against the whole damn thing.”
“Get there, I’ll send a team to meet you there. Everyone else is pulling the targets he named earlier into protective custody.”
She had a feeling that there was no actual threat to these people, but he had known that listing them would make them all stand at attention, make them bring in the one person that he would either talk to or give all info to anyways. Wanda. His attack on the base in the mountains where they were trapped should have killed Natasha, he hadn’t planned on her or any of the avengers being there to stop him.
Ties to the Red Room ran deep and thoroughly into many countries, some of which they would probably like to ignore, he planned on unmasking them all – Nat wasn’t sure the dust would ever settle if Bykov was able to succeed in this.
“Ten minutes out. They should be just arriving.”
Wanda watches as they come to a stop in front of a rundown pizza place, and curiosity peaks. What could they be doing there? She looks up, eyeing the yellowed curtains in the windows above the restaurant. She suspected they were there to see whoever was living above.
“We’re here.” He says already opening the door and telling her to follow him. It’s then that she realizes she almost didn’t – it was wearing off! It wouldn’t be long before she had control again, and he was going to wish that spell he’d had lying in wait for her had been stronger. She follows him from the car, into a door she hadn’t even seen off to the side of the main entrance, and up a staircase that she was sure had been built last century.
His back it to her and she knows she could make it down the stairs and into the street before he caught her, but the man that had driven them here had boxed her in, taking a stand at the entrance.
She leans around him to peer at the old door he’d just wrapped his knuckled on, a thick Russian accent calls out from the other side, asking who it was.
He knocks again, instead of answering. “Package delivery.” She rolls her eyes at the ploy. Did that really work?
The door pulls open and her question is answered; It had not worked. A grizzly old man with greying hair and eyes that told a story of a man that had seen far too much bore into them. However, Wanda had a hard time looking at him, and not the rifle he had levelled on them “Didn’t order anything, so who the hell are you?”
“Someone who needs information.”
“I’m not telling you a damned thing, now get out of here.” He steps forward, hands tightening on the gun. “Unless you’d like a few extra holes.”
“Your turn, witch.” He steps aside, back hitting the wall of the narrow stairway, allowing her a full view of the man. “Get me everything he knows on the Red Room, who ran it – anyone that is still alive that this man knows about.”
In the spirit of not being shot Wanda doesn’t hesitate as she reaches up and lets magic fly from her fingertips – still not its usual red – and hit the man. His eyes glow and she waded into his mind, searching out anything related to his knowledge of that place. The immediate memory that she’s met with is a younger Natasha, fleeing with this man at her side, ensuring her escape.
As much as she wants to stalls on these memories of the spy in her younger days, she pushes on because that was what he wanted her to do.
The man had fought her, fought harder than she’d have expected of him, but as she pulls out of his mind, she’s sure she has every name and face that he knew of.
“Good girl.” Bykov cheers as Warburg raises the gun again. “Take care of that, or I’ll kill him.”
She nods and waves a hand, the rifle clatters to the floor behind Warburg, and he stares at her. Her captor makes his way past her, walking down the stairs with confidence he can’t be hurt with her at his back. Her eyes close on her anger and she turns to face the old man again, “I’m sorry.” She whispers.
“Come, Wanda, you’ve got a list to make.”
Once they are back in the car he hands her a pad and pen. “Hurry, I’m sure shield is closing in.”
Despite herself, she scratches the names down in a hurry, struggling to keep the words legible in her haste. Moments later she’s handing him the pad. “That’s all he knew.”
His eyes roam the list like he’s a hungry animal, lips twitching up into a sadistic smile. “This will do, just fine, witch.” He snaps a photo with his phone, ensuring a copy of the list, then turns to her. “Should I kill you now, or wait for Natasha to see it?”
Her eyes widen, and something inside her snaps. Her own magic taking hold again – driven by fear. “No.” She says using her magic to open the door she was leaning against, catching him by surprise as she pulls herself from the car.
Approaching cars tell her that a team was on the way, and closer than she’d anticipated, but she’d glad of it. She hears Bykov sweat telling the driver to go now, but it's too late. Cars come in from both sides, the first to exit being Natasha, gun drawn.
Bykov attempts to run but the spy calls out, stopping him before Wanda can even think to do so with her magic.
“One more step and I put a bullet between your eyes.”
Wanda staters at the woman, not recognizing what she sees staring out at the man.
His hands raise in defeat, but his demeanour says otherwise. “This won't end with my death, Romanoff.” He pauses. “I’m sure by now – with me being here – you know what I want. I thought you’d want to see them all fall as well.”
“I’ve moved on with my life.” She fires back.
“I doubt that.” He speaks. “It’ll haunt you till the day you die.”
The other agents, none of which Wanda knew, had gathered around, forming a barrier.
“There’s no way out,” Wanda says, attempting to reason with him. “No one needs to get hurt.”
“People always get hurt, because that’s what we all do – hurt one another, kill one another….”
Natasha rolls her eyes. “Save the speech. Get down on the ground.”
Wanda was sure this was it, even if he had help with their leader gone his followers would fall like dominos. There was no way out for him, but he was acting like there was. She looks around, to Natasha, then the other agents.
And then all hell breaks loose.
The first shot comes from one of the agents, hitting another and Wanda realizes that the others he’d spoken about moments ago were here already. She flies into action, throwing up shields and moving the injured out of the way.
Warburg appears at her side, brandishing that rifle again, and holds back anyone that comes for her.
Nat keeps eyes on Bykov, not willing to let him out of her sight. This ended today.
“Wanda!” She hears Nat call her name but when she turns it’s too late. Bykov has his gun trained on the witch and the shot rings out. The distraction had been planned, he knew that it would call Natasha’s attention fully to the witch, had been counting on it.
Wanda waves the bullet away quickly, not breathing until she hears it clink against the glass of the shop behind her. Nat had made a beeline right for her and that’s what he’d counted on. In a switch motion, he fires another shot at the spy.
He misses.
Wanda feels something akin to what she’d felt the moment life had left her brother's body in the short moment following his shot and feels her magic take hold of her. Growing on the pain at the thought of losing the woman before her.
Bykov’s feet lift off the ground and he looks to her in terror, realizing that there was not an ounce of his control left within her. The looks she gave him caused fear to wash over his face, paling under her gaze. Around them, all the imposters fell, her magic keeping them down so they could no longer interfere.
“You’re not a killer.” He pleads.
“Aren’t I?” She says calmly.
“Wanda, don’t.” Nat is looking at her with such worry that she almost falters.
“No, you’re not. You’re going to let me go, and I’m going to go to prison… But I’ll escape.” He sneers. “I’ll always come for them. For her “
“You won’t touch her. Ever. Again.” Wanda lifts her hand, mimicking the way a hand would fit against a throat. He chokes under her magic, gasping as his body fights for air.
A shot rings out, sending his lifeless body to the ground with a sickening thud.
All eyes turn to the source of the shot. Maria is standing there, gun raised.
“Cuff them all.” She says to the remaining agents – their agents – who set to securing all others.
“I had him,” Wanda says turning cold eyes to Maria who walks past her as if nothing had happened.
“You were toying with him, I neutralized the treat.”
Nat moves to them, taking the few strides quickly. “Are you okay?”
Closing her eyes for a moment, the witch takes a deep breath, focusing solely on the feel of Natasha’s hand on her cheek. “I’m… I’m okay.”
“Get her out of here, I’ll clean up.”
Wanda shakes her head. “No, he said there are others that would continue this.” It’s then that she remembers the list. Breaking away from Natasha who follows her with curious eyes, she leans into the car – now riddled with bullet holes – and pulls out a pad of paper.
“These were the targets. He had me…” Her eyes flick to Warburg who’d taken to sitting on the curb catching his breath. “He had me get.” She doesn’t say who she’d gotten the info from, knowing that the man still dealt in questionable things. Things shield would take issue with. All she cared about was how much he seemed to think fondly of Natasha.
“I’ll make contact, ensure they’re aware of the threat – people like these though, they are used to threats,” Maria says as she scans the list of names.
“Go. There’s nothing more you can do here.”
Natasha had moved to sit with the old man and Wanda gave her a moment's peace with him before approaching.
“I’m sorry…” He cuts off her apology with a raised hand.
“Don’t mention it, little one, I know that wasn’t you.” His eyes flick to the lifeless body being covered by a body bag. “I know most of that wasn’t you.”
She follows his eyes. “No, I suppose that wasn’t me at all.”
She misses the look Natasha gives her but doesn’t miss the way the spy wraps an arm around her shoulder after standing. “Shield can clean up this mess, and any that follow. Let’s go home.”
Wanda nods and smiles at Warburg as they pass him.
“Natasha, bring her by for a visit, without all the fan fair, perhaps?”
“Will do, old man.” She calls over her shoulder, leading Wanda to the SUV she’d arrived in.
Once inside they both stayed quiet, it wasn’t until the edges of the city started merging into tree lines that Wanda finally speaks. “Where are we going?”
“Home,” Natasha says as if that answers all the questions in the world when Wanda only stares at her she chuckles. “I’m going back to the base to get my car – I don’t trust anyone else driving her back.”
Wanda laughs suddenly, loudly, and fully. So much so that Nat wears a worried look as he turns her attention between Wanda and the road. “Did you hit your head back there?”
“No, no… I just. We almost just died, both of us. I almost killed a man.” Her voice grows quiet on the last words. “And you’re worried about your car. It’s stupid and cute, and I love you.”
“I love you too,” Nat says without hesitation.
Silence falls over them and Nat knows that the little witch is wringing her mind over the fact that she’d almost just killed a man.
“Hill didn’t let you.”
“Had she not…”
“Look, you didn’t kill him, and even if you had he would have killed so many people – out of revenge – out of place. You would not have been in the wrong.” Nat says firmly.
“I know.” Wanda agrees, not wanting to talk about this anymore.
“As long as you do know.”
Hours pass and all Natasha wanted to do was be with Wanda, to shut the world out and hideaway. Instead, she was filling out incident reports, debriefing with Hill and rubbing at her temples in a vain attempt to will away the headache that had been pounding for the better part of an hour.
“Alright, I can’t look at your face anymore.” Maria smiles into the folder she’d been leafing through. “We can finish this in the morning.”
Nat shakes her head. “No, I’d rather get this done and behind me.”
“Okay. Just do what you need to, I’ll finish out the rest.”
Wanda comes to them a little while later, leaning her tired body against the door frame. “How goes the paperwork.”
“Death by a thousand paper cuts.” Maria groans.
Nat laughs, though it’s a tired one. “Drama queen.”
“Mm, well we’ve all reserved that right after today.” She replies. “But.” She writes something quickly. “We’re done.”
Nat pushes away from the table, lifts herself from the chair and walks straight out the door. “I’ll be in the shower.”
Wanda shakes her head, turning her attention away from her girlfriend to Maria. “Thank you.”
The usually stoic agent smiles at her in a way Wanda had never seen from her before. “No need to thank me.”
“There is.” She pushes off the door frame. “I know you took that shot so I didn’t have to.”
Maria nods once, leaning back in the chair. “just doing my job, keeping you safe.”
Wanda knew she didn’t want to outright say it, that she could kill someone and leave it to the paperwork to worry about – until she was alone that was – and she didn’t want that weight on the younger woman.
“Right.” She offers her a smile. “Good night, Maria.”
“Good night, Wanda.”
When she enters Natasha’s room, she can heat the shower running behind the bathroom door. She settles herself onto the silk sheets the spy loved so much. Memories of the day played on her mind, but she pushes them out – there would be time for her to fixate – right now she just wanted to run her hands over those soft sheets and wait for her girl to come to bed.
She doesn’t know how all this happened, how she’d gone from orphan to Hydra, to Ultron, to working with the people she’d sworn to kill before. To falling in love with, perhaps, the most emotionally unavailable woman on the planet – and then somehow convincing her to love her back. As far as life plans went, hers had written itself. Entirely beyond her control.
The shower shuts off and she’s pulled from her thought of drowning in the other woman. Leaning back on the pillows she lays on her side and waits for the door to open. Her eyes must have fallen closed as she waited because when she hears the door creak and opens them her breath catches.
Natasha had walked out, completely naked, still dripping wet. Wanda rakes her eyes over the woman, the curve of her hips, the expanse of well-trained abs, and full breasts. Finally, she gets to her eyes and still, she can’t breathe. If she’s surprised to see Wanda in her bed, she doesn’t show it, just walks to where her shorts and tank are waiting on the dresser.
“Close your mouth darling.” She looks over with a smirk.
“Uh… yeah not going to happen.” She says, watching as a drop of water runs the length of Natasha’s side, down her hip, and finally looks up when it hits the floor. “You’re…” Wanda goes to get up – and Nat holds up a hand.
“If you don’t stay there, I’m not going to get dressed at all.” She reaches for the clothes but misses as Wanda’s magic pulls them away.
“And what’s so wrong with that?” The little witch’s voice echoes her need and Nat swallows hard against it. She didn’t want to say no to her again, knowing what had followed the last time.
“Not a damned thing,” Nat smirks but grabs the clothes again anyway. “But tomorrow I want to take you out, I want to give you everything you want… “ She walks towards the bed, eyes lidded. “Everything you need.” She leans down meeting her eye.
“Oh?”
“Yes, anything you want tomorrow I’m going to say yes.”
Wanda reaches up, pulling Nat down on top of her before she can even think about putting those clothes on again. “What about what I need tonight?” She breaths out before leaning in to kiss the spy.
Nat moans into the kiss and almost throws her plans out the window. When the kiss breaks Wanda has both hands digging into the older woman’s back.
“Would you take offence to my being extremely tired?” She almost pouts and Wanda laughs gently, rocking the body on top of her with the motion.
“No,” She reaches up, tucking Nat’s hair behind her ear. “we’ve had a long day, but, you had better make it up to me next time.”
“I think I can do that little witch.” Nat smiles and settles herself behind Wanda. “Though, this is totally unfair, how am I still naked and you’re not.”
Wanda nestles into her. “Because you shot me down again.” She was teasing of course, but Nat clung to her further. “Maybe I could…”
She wriggles out of the spy’s grasp, standing from the bed.
“You could what…. Oh.” Nat asks but gets her answer as Wanda slowly undresses. First, she lifts her shirt over her head and Natasha bites her lip as she watches the muscles ripple with each movement. She bends and pushes her leather pants down. As much as Natasha loved those pants, she liked the skin below them much more. Wanda smirks at her as she slides into the bed next to her, pulling the blankets up around them.
“Mm, I don’t think I’ve hated a blanket more.”
“Shut up and come here,” Wanda says reaching for Nat’s hand. She places it around her back and presses her full length into the spy, eliciting a moan. “Kiss me?”
Nat breaks out into a wide smile. “With pleasure.” She leans in and takes Wanda’s lips, kissing her harder than she had yet. When the younger woman’s fingers weave into her hair and she feels a leg slip between her own she groans, knowing she needed to stop this now before they lost control. They could – but after this day, she wanted the promise of a new one, a fresh start to jump into this relationship.
“I know, I know,” Wanda whispers against her lips. “Tomorrow, babe.”
No one in her life had ever called her babe, not as a partner, and not in such a sickeningly sweet way, and as much as she thought she’d hate it when someone did – she didn’t. “I love you.” She says suddenly, quietly, and with so much affirmation that Wanda just holds to her tighter.
“And I adore you.”