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"... nat?"
natasha stared up at the her from where she was half kneeling, her mouth parted in.. surprise?
wanda thought she saw something like shock or warmth flickering in the assassin's expression before she straightened up, glancing back down at.. oh
wanda flushed instantly when she saw the little book open in natasha's hands on the page with her drawings of her, and started stammering.
"i-oh yeah--I just.. the other day i- and you have like- well not to be wierd.." wanda rambled, twisting her rings and staring at the floor. "you have a nice like..."
"woah, wanda, it's okay! im.. flattered." the throaty voice said warmly, and wanda glanced up, but her cheeks only burned more when she met natasha's deep green eyes.
"but...I have a nice what?" the older woman prompted, suddenly smiling smugly.
wanda's mouth flapped open as she looked around and tried to come up with a heterosexual response.... figure? body? shape? fuck... but her mind went from reeling wildly to blank when she felt a careful brush on her shoulder.
"sorry, just.. your shirt's the wrong way round" natasha said quietly, her pale fingers drifting back from where they'd been near wanda's collarbone. did nat's voice sound... funny? it was probably nothing.
"i-uh... yeah" wanda stuttered, still dizzy with a thousand feelings and staring stupidly at the beautiful woman. she smirked and leant against wanda's door casually, her toned arms still gently holding her book, her red curls dangling in her face as she looked back down at the page.
"you know.. you could sell some of your stuff. commission your work n that" nat continued, still studying the page.
wanda sighed. "there's no way I'm good enough, i don't practice or anything and I don't really have a particular style.."
"seems to me like you have a very specific style" nat hummed, raising an eyebrow coyly.
"i... I don't... but no one would buy it" wanda protested, her cheeks still flaming.
"i would" natasha said immediately, lips twitching at her expense.
"well you have to say that, we're..." wanda trailed off, the word 'friends' left on her lips.
what were they? could they call themselves freinds? after what wanda had put natasha through?
there was a slightly awkward silence as wanda didn't finish her sentence, and looked back down at the ground, the little courage she'd built over their small interaction fading rapidly.
a few moments passed, wanda uncomfortably shifting, before the black widow spoke, her soft voice careful as it always was.
"i like to think we're friends, wanda. i can ca you my trainee.. well some days when you're not slacking anyway.." natasha said softly, the smirk reappearing. "and you're an important part of our team, i have a feeling we're going to really depend on you when you're ready for the field, but with us... I like to think we're freinds"
wanda stood gawping at natasha's speech, her soothing words washing over her. she wanted to be freinds?
"i... that's... i like to think that too, but.." wanda managed get out.
"you were worried i felt differently because of what ultron made you do" natasha guessed, and wanda nodded slowly, apprehensive of where this conversation would lead. surely they'd better avoid talking about.. that?
of course she wanted to help, but wanda doubted nat would just open her heart to her.
"mind if I come in? we cantalk properly" natasha said suddenly, closing the sketchbook and offering it to the witch with a gentle smile.
wanda nodded again, dumbly, and took the book with trembling hands.
she moved aside so the agile redhead could slip into her room, and waited for her reaction with a rapidly beating heart.
wanda tore her eyes off the older woman for one second after she remembered what had happened earlier.
"oh! yeah, sorry, I... my powers sometimes get a bit.. when I'm sleeping" wanda apologised as she resumed clearing her room up, scooping up pens and pads of papers full of school studies.
wanda focused her attention on tidying as the assassin responded, only slightly disappointed that they'd slipped back into small talk... they'd been making progress, grim as it was to even comprehend.
ten minutes later wanda flopped on the bed, sighing into her squishy mattress, her long brown hair covering her face.
she couldn't relax fully whilst natasha was nearby, knowing she was there was making her nerves combust but she pretended to act tired.
the mattress dipped beside her as the older woman followed, pulling her pale legs up to sit cross legged on the soft blanket.
"so.... we should probably talk, huh?" natasha started, her eyes narrowed slightly as she attempted to gauge wanda's reaction to the words.
wanda hummed, still face down, partly to cover the blush still alighting her pale face.
the brunette's breath hitched when she felt the slight touch of natasha's hand on her back.... jesus this woman.
"sorry" the redhead immediately apologised, drawing her hand back.
"no, no, you just surprised me aha.." wanda stammered weakly, her hands beginning to shake again as she thought about the conversation that was about to happen.
"wanda, we don't have to talk... I just think it would clear some things up and would probably help both of us... yeah?" natasha said sincerely, her hands clasped firmly in her lap as she studied wanda closely.
"yeah, I guess" wanda said, cursing internally at her shaky voice.
she took a deep breath and met nat's gaze.