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That stupid, stupid looking, toaster does not deserve sweet and caring Wanda.
Natasha would never voice her opinion in fear of Wanda’s reaction but her best friend deserves better. As she hid behind the aisle, she saw Vision walk down it with another girl in his arms. A girl that was definitely not her best friend.
Without thinking, Natasha snapped a picture, watching as the girl laughed. Vision wrapped his arms around the blonde, as he leaned down and kissed her.
And Natasha just about had enough. She snapped a few more pictures, turned around, and stride out of the market with her head high.
It was a normal Friday, and she hadn’t expected anything interesting to happen but obviously fate had other plans. Natasha had known Wanda since elementary school and they had been friends ever since. It was by some miracle that they ended up in the same college while the rest of their friends moved to different cities.
But unfortunately, Vision followed them. He was one of the smartest kids in the class after his older twin brother, Tony Stark. If it was up to Natasha, Vision wouldn’t still be here. He caused more harm than he does good. He missed anniversaries, he missed birthdays. And more often than not, Natasha found Wanda crying on her doorsteps with a sad glint in her eyes.
She always pulled the girl in, soft whispers while she made Wanda’s favorite food to the best of her kitchen ability, and wrapped the girl in a tight hug as they watched reruns of Friends. Natasha was never one for touch, but for Wanda, she will give her the world.
Walking down the street, Natasha scrolled through the photo evidence she had been wanting to get since Vision started dating Wanda. But she pondered on actually sending it, knowing how fragile her best friend could be. Maybe it will be better if she waits on that.
But it seemed like her plan would have to change because the second Natasha reached her doorway, she found Wanda standing under it, looking smaller than ever and drowning under her clearly oversized sweater.
Natasha rushed forward, pocketing her phone and studying the girl in front of her. “What happened?”
Wanda didn’t respond, simply running forward and wrapping her arms around the redhead. And although Wanda was taller than Natasha by almost 3 inches, somehow she seemed smaller at the moment. “Let’s go in.”
Wanda didn’t respond, but allowed Natasha to unlock the door and pulled the two of them out of the cold night air.
“He cheated,” Wanda whispered out the second the two of them settled down on the couch. Wanda snuggled close to Natasha and refused to let the other girl go. “I’ve been thinking about what you were saying, so I checked his text. And you were right.”
A choked sob escaped her lips, and it was a heartbreaking sight to see. “I’m sorry.”
Natasha held back all the words she actually wanted to say. Like how she was right, and how Wanda had long left him. That was definitely not something helpful at the moment, and Wanda had told her to work on her filter before.
“No sarcastic comment?” Wanda sniffled.
“Do you want sarcastic comments?” Natasha raised her eyebrows. “Those will be heartbreaking truths.”
Wanda shook her head, before replying in a small voice. “Maybe not now.”
Natasha hummed, and kissed Wanda’s forehead. Wanda clung tightly onto her shirt, and for a moment, they sat quietly, with only Wanda’s soft sob filling the room and Natasha’s mindless words of comfort.
There was something different in the air that day, but Natasha couldn’t quite place her hand on it. It was as if something had shifted, and when she glanced up at the way Wanda was glancing at her lips, Natasha glanced up.
Suddenly, without warning, Wanda leaned down and captured Natasha’s lips on her own.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t harmlessly flirted before, but Natasha had never expected Wanda to do something so bold. There was a salty taste on her lips and Natasha knew without a doubt that it was Wanda’s tears.
She knew it was too quick, but she doesn’t have it in herself to pull away. Natasha knew she was head over heels in love with Wanda, and the other girl knows it as well. They never acted on it, fearing of the friendship that would be ruined because of it and then later because of Vision.
Finally, Natasha pulled away. “Maybe this is too fast. You’re still technically with Vision.”
“Fuck Vision,” Wanda muttered, leaning forward again to press a kiss to the corner of Natasha’s lips. “He’d been cheating on me. I’m not his anymore. And I’m tired of holding back from you.”
Natasha tried to protest, but Wanda suddenly got up and straddled her lap, pushing Natasha against the back of the sofa and silencing her with another kiss. “Shh, we can think about it tomorrow.”
“Wanda…” Natasha's words turned into a moan when Wanda rolled her hips against Natasha’s, quickly shutting her up. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
“Just let me have this,” Wanda muttered, kissing down Natasha’s neck and toying with the hem of Natasha’s shirt. “I’ve wanted you for too long.”
And Natasha knew she couldn’t say no if she wanted to.
A moan escaped her lips when Wanda rolled her hips again, pulling the shirt over Natasha’s head and instantly kissing Natasha once more. There was something urgent about the way Wanda reached down to tug on her pants, to which Natasha responded by lifting her hips slightly so Wanda could pull it off, and it disappeared off somewhere in her living room.
Wanda went back to kissing her, hot breath on her own and Natasha went and tugged off Wanda’s sweater, eyes raising when she realized there was only a bra underneath. “Did you know this will happen?”
“No,” Wanda groaned as she grind onto Natasha’s lap, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Natasha wouldn’t be able to get this image off her mind if she tries. She reaches over to unhook Wanda’s bra, and Wanda does the same, leaving them both in their panties.
But before they went any further, Natasha paused, holding Wanda’s hip in place. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, yes, just fuck me already,” Wanda muttered, and without warning, Natasha pushed aside her panties and sank two fingers into her waiting heat. Wanda let out a loud moan, and Natasha leaned forward to capture her lips.
“You’re so wet for me, darling.”
“All for you,” Wanda gasped when Natasha curled her fingers. It was an addicting feeling to feel Wanda clung around her fingers and Wanda’s small moans as she moved her finger. Memorizing every little sound Wanda made at every different thing Natasha was doing. It was addicting and she didn't think she ever wanted to stop. “Don’t stop.” Wanda moaned, burying her face into Natasha’s neck. “I’m close.”
Natasha found herself curling her fingers as she thrust faster into Wanda, feeling the girl bite down on her neck which sent a jolt of pleasure down Natasha’s spine. Wanda moaned out suddenly when Natasha used her thumb to brush against her clit. “Oh my gosh. Yes there.”
And then Natasha felt Wanda fell apart on top of her. Her hair falling down and framing her face in the most beautiful way. “You’re beautiful.”
Wanda gave Natasha a bright smile as she panted, brushing up against Natasha’s lips. Natasha fucked her through her orgasm, before slowly easing her down from her high, and then pulling her fingers out and licking them, watching the way Wanda’s eyes darkened. “My term.”
A moan was ripped out of Natasha’s mouth and she found herself blacking out for the very first time.
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Maybe there was something bad about this, but Natasha knew she had gone too far to actually do anything now.
Quietly, Natasha slashed the tires on the car parked outside Vision’s garage. “Ow!” Pietro exclaimed, making Natasha turn and shot him a glare, followed by the glare of her younger sister, Yelena. When Pietro heard of what Vision did to Wanda, he wanted in on her plan.
“I’m almost in,” Tony muttered from the front, toying with the lock on the door. And Tony Stark apparently wanted revenge on his brother for stealing all of his parents' attention, and that was how Natasha found herself surrounded by three people. Her sister was only there because she insisted on it, saying something about needing practice if she was to become an assassin.
Natasha was smart enough not to ask questions.
The mission was surprisingly easy the second Tony disarmed all of the security camera and turned it on loop of the empty house. Pietro stood outside as guard, Tony walked in with them before he stopped at the base of the staircase and opened his computer, making sure that the cameras were actually disarmed as Yelena and Natasha crept up the stairs.
Vision’s room was the first one to the right, and the sound of the door opening made Natasha hold her breath. Yelena walked in first, both of their footsteps quiet before Yelena took out her gun. Natasha leaned over Vision, violently shaking him awake with a smirk on her face.
“Hey bitch.”
The sound of a gunshot followed.
When the police arrived on the scene around twenty minutes later, the only thing left was a note placed delicately on the bed stand.
he should have seen it coming.
– April 29th