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Hope reminded her so of Natasha. All smirking lips and green eyes. Her fighting skills, graceful and balletic. The softness lurking within her rough edges.
The way a simple glance could make Wanda’s heart skip a beat. How her presence filled her with warmth.
Natasha had been many things to her. A friend, mentor, hero, teacher, confidante, but not hers. Not fully. Part of her always just out of Wanda’s reach, despite their closeness. Or maybe, Wanda realized now, because of it.
But Hope… she looked at Wanda with not only respect, but with awe, with heat. With a challenge to push further, to come closer.
And Wanda was always happy to oblige.