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Chapter 7

Wanda walked down the hallway to make herself some breakfast before deciding what to do for the day. She thought she might like to spend some more time with Vision, his matter-of-fact demeanour suited to keep her grounded during the day. While debating on what they would do, Wanda entered the kitchen and stopped in her tracks at the doorway.

Natasha was sitting at the counter leaning over a bowl of cereal. Wanda started to question whether the strange interaction with the Russian last night had really been a dream or not as she approached the counter, knowing she could not sneak past the spy without her noticing.

“Good morning, little witch,” Natasha spoke, breaking the silence. Wanda blinked up at the woman while grabbing some oatmeal to heat up quickly so she could leave the situation sooner rather than later.

“So you’re back. And talking to me. What happened?” Wanda spoke, deciding to just go for it and not skirt around the tension the two had placed upon themselves after the incident in the gym.

Had she not deserved it, Natasha would have looked affronted, but instead, she glanced down at her bowl before making eye contact with the Sokovian.

“I came back last night. Quick in and out, nothing drastic. And I’m talking to you because we’re friends. Despite how I acted afterwards, I don’t want what happened back in the gym to get in the way of that.”

“Natasha, you can’t just act as nothing happened. I saw what I saw and I know there was more to it than that,”  Wanda pushed.

Natasha sighed. “Look, I don’t know what you felt, but I don’t want us to argue over it. I like what we have between us and I want to keep it that way. Plus, we still have a job to do with your powers, don’t we?”

Wanda recognized it for what it was. An olive branch. She resolved to give up for the moment and accept Natasha’s plea but decided she would have another conversation about Natasha’s true feelings later down the road. Or she would try other means of figuring out if what they had was truly platonic as Natasha seemed insistent on implying.

With that resolve, Wanda gave Natasha a tight nod. “Yes, okay. Friends.”

Wanting to not show the relief on her face at Wanda’s acceptance, Natasha changed the subject.

“So you and Bruce, huh? I didn’t expect that one. I ran into him yesterday when I came back,” Natasha said, not letting Wanda onto the fact that she didn’t run into Bruce so much as cornered the green guy.

“Oh yes, we went into the city and he showed me a few things I’ve been missing out on. I think the best part was the warm dogs,” Wanda smiled, thinking back on the surprisingly pleasant day she had.

Natasha held in a chuckle at Wanda’s slip-up of the word hot dog but decided she wouldn’t correct her.

“It would only have been better if Bruce let me drive, but he said it was an accident waiting to happen,” Wanda continued with a pout.

“He probably had sound reasoning for that,” Natasha said with a laugh. “I may be able to give you lessons in my free time if you want?” She said without thinking.

Wanda perked up at the idea. “Could I drive your motorcycle?” She asked with a pleading look in her eyes.

“Absolutely not. That’s my baby. No one drives her but me.” Natasha said resolutely, before looking at the now crestfallen girl in front of her.

“How about I teach you to drive and then whenever you want to ride on my girl, you let me know and I’ll drive us?” Natasha said, extending the second olive branch of the day.