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The streets were growing more and more wrecked as the fight dragged on, civilians in corners, the only thing making them unite, Natasha noticed, was fear. Wanda's red powers blasted across the street, immobilizing the grim villain attempting to destroy the city of Indianapolis.
The unoriginal reprobate shrieked and squirmed, trying to break out of the red. Natasha sprinted up, her legs wrapping around the neck of the 7 foot woman, strangling her. The black widow looked straight at the familiar red and gold mask, nodding the signal to give this villain the final blast.
Natasha leapt off the mutant, clinging onto some scaffolding as the villain flew back, victim to Tony and Natasha's powerful blows. Nat let go, dropping down, Wanda appearing next to her.
‘That took way too fucking long.’ Wanda spoke roughly, exhaustion vivid.
‘Right?’ Nat replied, sneering. ‘It’s Steve's fault. He just had to make sure that one goddamn building wasn't damaged.’
Wanda took Nat's hand into hers, her chipped red varnish making Nat take a mental note to repaint it for her later. She brought it to her lips, placing a soft kiss on her pale knuckles. “Hes looking out for Tony. Still doesn't realise a bill makes no difference to the guy. Either way, let's just celebrate the win, yeah?’
Natasha's current anger settled, but the bitterness remained. ‘For now.’ She finally smiled. ‘Get on my back. I'll carry you to the quinjet.’
‘I don't need you to-’ Wanda smiled while speaking, stopping her protest after realising she totally wanted to be carried by the magnificent woman offering.
She hopped onto her back, the slight hourglass figure providing her legs some stability.
Once they reached the jet, they sat down, all of the avengers collecting their thoughts in the sardine tin-like plane.
Tony’s mask opens, still panting a little bit. ‘Glee?’ He says, smiling over to Wanda. Wanda grins and nods in reply.
‘Not season 2 ep 15 again, I beg.’ Clint attempts, but just gets a scowl from Natasha.
‘It's the Britanna episode, I recommend you get used to it. I have.’ Bruce shrugs.
Tony speaks to whatever freaky intelligence he's got in the walls, telling it to switch on the show. Wanda rested her head sweetly on Nat’s shoulder, a comfortable point of contact.
Despite Clint's earlier complaints, he seemed almost just as engrossed in the show as Tony or Wanda.
Steve, on the other hand, seemed to find his eyes cemented to the man dressed in metal beside him.
Natasha would think it's endearing, but today it meant that the mission was slowed. Tonight she's definitely going to talk (or probably yell) at Steve. But for now Glee is harboring her interest.
Back at the tower, Natasha was pissed. Her exasperation grew and grew in her throat during the plane ride, making the straightforward trip home feel long and maddening.
All Nat wanted to do back at the compound was go to the gym and punch it out.
After a quick shower and change into her cherished gym set, she headed to the big classy gym Tony had built for the group.
Mid-walk to the punch bag, a highly aggravating, graving Brooklyn accent was greeting her.
‘You have got to be kidding me.’ Nat mutters, and of course Mr super soldier ears could hear it.
‘What? I sure hope you're not talking to me.’ Steve says, taking a step forward, an unconscious, masculine attempt at being intimidating. That shit obviously doesn't work on Natasha.
Nat spins on her heels, exhaling a deep breath that was definitely necessary to deal with this 6 foot prick. ‘Look, just don't talk to me for a bit. I'm just a little pissed at you currently.’
‘What? Fuck’d I do to you?’ Steve says, volume crescendoing now.
‘Look, i dont care about you little fucking crush on Stark, but if it means youre going to sabotage the whole goddamn mission then its a total pain in the neck for the rest of the team!’ Nat storms forward, all up in Steve's face now.
‘Sabotage? What the hell are you talking about?’ Steve shouts, completely vexed.
‘You slowed down the mission so you wouldn't break some irrelevant wall and it pissed me off.’
‘That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard.’
‘Yeah well the stupidest shit ive ever heard is that the strength of America's greatest soldier came out of a bottle.’
‘Don't make me hit you, Natasha. You know it'll hurt.’ He spoke slowly but fiercely.
‘What? Ya won't hit me because I'm a girl? You fought Tony and Thor back in the day, remember? Shit isn't like the 40’s anymore, Cap.’ Natasha knew exactly how to rile him up.
‘Fuck you.’ He spat, before swinging a blatantly grievous punch at Natasha.
But Nat's smarter than getting a super soldier angry and having no counter attack. She swiftly crouched down, the strike not even hitting a single red hair. She grabbed his ankles and yanked them forwards, making him fall painfully onto his back. She pounced up onto his torso, and positioned her forearm over his throat, not choking, but close.
Tony came running in. ‘Holy shit! What- What the fuck is going on?’ He sputters.
Natasha spat right in Steve’s generic face, wet and disgusting, before getting off of the man, sneering, and keeping as much space between her and the blonde as possible.
‘Agh!’ Steve chokes out, his face contorting with visceral fury and disgust as he gets up. He’s storming towards Natasha, completely frenzied. Natasha froze this time.
"Steve, stop!" Tony lunged towards the fray, desperate to shield Natasha.
Ofcourse, Steve never really finished that punch.
He stopped himself once he got too near, the flash of realisation so visible. ‘Holy shit. Nat, I'm sorry. You know I'd never do that. Not actually.’
Nat was fully shocked. Nobody can make a black widow freeze up.
But, damn it. Steve was downright terrifying when he was like that.
Natasha just walked straight out, brushing her fingers though her hair, rubbing her eyes, breathing in and out.
She continued her self soothing gestures all through the halls, all the way to her bedroom where she found her incomparable stress relief.
‘Hey,’ Wanda looked up to smile at Nat. ‘Figured you'd be in the gym.’ She spoke softly, nodding to the gym clothes the taller woman was in. ‘I wanted you to repaint my nails. And to hang out.’ She smiled her usual side smile, and tapped the bed beneath her, suggesting Nat to come cuddle up.
Slipping from her rigid posture, the drained girl hustles over to the bed, chin resting up on her lover's shoulder, right arm sprawled over her waist and hips.
‘Wanda.’ Natasha mumbled, not bothering to look up.
‘Yeah?’ She replied, just as quietly to not disrupt their harmony.
‘I um…’ It was hard to confess, because Natasha knew it was probably the fault of her attitude. ‘I fought Steve. Like really fought him, it was bad.’
‘What?’ Wanda was shocked, and they finally made eye contact. ‘Like how extreme?’
‘Extreme. Very.’ Nat was fidgeting now, rolling her leggings between her index finger and thumb. She knew she'd done wrong.
‘Shit.’
‘Yeah.’
‘Well... we can just stay in our safe little bubble for as long as we possibly can and ignore everything till it erupts.’ She was giggling now, Nat too.
Wanda placed a cordial kiss onto Natasha's soft temple. Their hair blended together, the shades of orange like a fireplace glow.
They stayed like that, neither of them wanting to leave. After a few blissful hours, Natasha's phone was ringing. Wanda's nails were vibrant and glossy, one of the useless, minor skills Natasha prided herself in.
The call was from Tony.
‘Looks like everything has erupted.’ Natasha sighed, less because she didn't want to have to deal with the mess and more because she wanted to stay in this heavenly, romantically lit room being kissed by her perfect girlfriend.
But, despite her wants, Natasha picked up the phone.
‘Yeah?’
‘You need to come sort this out,’ Tony spoke from the phone.
‘I know, coming.’ She sighed as she put down the phone.
With a quick kiss to Wanda, she set off to the living room. Tony was sitting there messaging someone. Probably Pepper or that kid he's been talking about recruiting.
‘You called?’ She spoke, dreadfully monotone.
‘Oh. Hey.’ Tony paused his messaging and got up to face Natasha, making him crack a smile.
‘You might wanna wash that offa your face.’ He laughed.
‘Huh?’ She began harshly wiping her face, and a glance at her fingertips showed some soft pink european lipstick.
‘Oh.’ Nat was totally embarrassed.
‘Yeah.’ Tony was fully laughing now. ‘I see the fight with Steve didn't get in the way of your day.’
‘Oh, shut up!’ She headed to the side of the room where there was a nice mirror, grabbing a tissue on the way.
Yes, it was embarrassing for Tony to see this, but Natasha couldn't help but enjoy the guilty feeling of people seeing the marks of her activities with Wanda.
After she'd fully cleaned up, she retreated to the main part of the room. Which tends to be wherever Tony Stark is.
‘So, I'm assuming you've got this planned out.’ Nat says.
‘For the most part, yes. But it's gonna take some improvising too.’
‘Yeah I know.’ Nat rolls her eyes.
‘Jheez im not surprised he punched you.’
‘Okay, damn. And he didn't punch me. I'm too good for that.’ She smirks.
‘Yeah Yeah. Anyway,’ Tony looks down at his notes, which are probably what he was typing as Nat entered. ‘I need you to make some nice gesture. Something like make him a meal, or get him flowers ‘cause he's a softie like that. Make it original or else it's not gonna be, like, from the heart or whatever. Then, it'll probably go something like he's sorry too, and that he loves you and wants to be best friends forever again. If you want to have a friendship breakup, you're lucky it's Steve.’