No Feelings Attached [N. Romanoff × Female Reader]

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒

For two weeks I trained with Wanda and Steve. And it was awful! They get to occupy my time whenever they want to, I was like a punching bag to them that they get to take off their steams at me.

But within those weeks, I gained a little of their trust, smoothly and slowly as I planned for it to be.

However, Natasha was in my way, so I had to avoid her every time, I'd walk away when she talks, or when we're at the same room. I never let myself alone with her, I keep myself busy or give myself a reason not to talk to her.

I was walking my way to the kitchen when I could sense someone was already in there.

"Good morning, magic fingers. What are you cooking?" I asked.

She looks up from the pot. "Lasagna." She gives me a smile. "And good morning to you too."

"I'm not a fan of that so, uh... Are we going to train today?" I asked, mumbling the first part while I rushed the second half of my question.

She chuckled to herself, but before she could response the man of the house entered.

"Good morning, ladies, and Y/N?" He added my name like a question, making me turn to look at him.

"Yes, Tony?" I asked in an intimidating tone, making him uncomfortable.

"I've been monitoring your progress, and uh... You know I kind of suck at this things, so, what I'am trying to say is: you have a mission in the next thirty minutes." He blurts.

This man rambles too much.

He smiled at me before grabbing his smoothie that was stored in the fridge since last night and dozed off to somewhere else in the compound.

Again I could sense something, making me look behind my back, only to see that Wanda was holding her excitement.

"What? What is it?" I deadpanned, making her roll her eyes.

"Aren't you excited? It's going to be amazing having you in our missions." Her voice became high-pitched the longer she talks and I only glared at her. "Oh, right, no emotions." She formed a small apologetic smile, turning her back to me.

Before I could even reply, someone else stepped in.

"You're going on a mission?" The voice seems to be a little bit shocked and I already knew who it was.

I turned around to face the one and only Russian spy in the house. I did expect her to be here, since it's morning and it's also breakfast time.

The woman stood across the room, facing me as she scanned my face and I did the same. Her look on me suddenly became feverish as I felt small under her.

"Yup." I admitted awkwardly before walking past her.

AT THE KITCHEN — NO ONE'S POV

"What was that?" Wanda asked in amusement, making the redhead shook her head as she slumped her shoulders, leaning her body againts the kitchen counter.

"What was what?" She asked dumbfoundedly, and the witch snorted.

"Spit it out, you did something." Wanda points out the obvious.

Natasha widened her eyes, looking a bit taken aback. "I did not do anything." She defended. "She's been ignoring me for weeks and I don't know why." Natasha argued, frustratedly.

Wanda arched an eye brow. "Talk."

"What?" Natasha furrowed her eye brows.

"Talk to her."