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Chapter 1

A/N: I just want to say that this story is one of my favorites ScarletWidow stories. So I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did.

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“Get up.”

Wanda glanced up at Natasha from her position on the sparring mat, yet again.

  “Just let me try one more time. I can knock you down. I’ve just been holding it back this whole time to build your confidence,” Wanda joked, getting back on her feet, attempting to mask how much she was trying to catch her breath from the workout.

Wanda and Natasha had been paired as sparring partners by Steve once Wanda joined the team since they were the closest physical match. They had been working on Wanda’s defence for a few months now. During this time, Natasha and Wanda’s interactions in the gym ignited a tentative friendship. Wanda also respected Natasha highly since she did not take it easy on her after being taken down so quickly time and time again once they began sparring. Though the spy was definitely holding back, Wanda was fairly sure that the woman could take her down with one arm tied behind her back.

Wanda was far from adequate at defending herself without her powers, but she had shown some definite improvements in the past few months with Natasha as a mentor. The stern remarks from Natasha never ceased, but eventually, some banter was peppered in after seeing how determined Wanda was to learn how to defend herself.

Wanda glanced at Natasha before attempting to swipe her feet under Natasha’s without warning. Natasha saw the action coming in time to move out of the way and landed a kick to Wanda’s chest. Wanda’s breath came out of her in a gust, but she pulled back in time to prevent herself from falling over, preventing more bruises than she would already leave there with.

Wanda moved around the side of Natasha, aiming for Natasha’s side with her fist. Natasha gracefully moved out of the way, leaving nothing but air in the space that Wanda’s hand had been reaching. Natasha took the opportunity to grab Wanda’s outstretched arm and twist it behind her head. Wanda panicked for a moment, trying to remember what Natasha said to do in the instance where this happened.

“Foot,” Wanda spoke aloud, stomping on Natasha’s foot. “Elbow,” she continued, elbowing Natasha’s side with her free arm and twisting around to face Natasha. “Groin,” She finished, hesitating to execute the final move Natasha had taught her.

Natasha took that moment to kick Wanda to the ground, straddling her waist to prevent her from getting up.

“Shouldn't have hesitated, Maximoff. You just nearly got me,” Natasha finished, leaning over a panting Wanda caused by the exertion she had just used during the spar.

Natasha got up from her position and started walking back to the showers, leaving Wanda to let her head fall to the mat in frustration after yet again losing to the Russian.

“Practice is over for today, little witch. Maybe tomorrow you’ll show me how you were just trying to build my confidence this whole time, yeah?” Natasha called over her shoulder as she proceeded to walk away from the panting Sokovian.

  “I was just letting you win again!” Wanda shouted after Natasha, words going nowhere as Natasha had already reached the showers.

  “Are you good there, soldier?” A voice spoke up in the direction of the entrance to the gym.

  Wanda sat up to see Steve walking towards her with a grin on his face.

  “Oh yes, just holding back my true skills to make Natasha feel better about herself, you know the drill,” Wanda said with a smirk while getting up from her position.