Survivor

Chapter 3

AN: I. Have. Been. Procrastinating.

 "Get into a fighting position." Natasha ordered. Immediately Wanda brought her hands up slightly and put her right leg behind her. Natasha spread Wanda's legs apart using her knee then positioned her feet so that they were parallel to her shoulders. Wanda's face began to grow red at the contact.

"That's better." Nat said with a smile, completely ignoring Wanda's face. Then she proceeded to fix Wanda's fist, moving the witch's thumb to the side of the fist. "Now go over to the punching bag and do the same thing." Natasha ordered, as Wanda moved over to the sandbag. 

She watched in awe as the younger woman took the same stance perfectly mimicking the form from before. Wanda did learn quite fast, processing information at a speed most humans could never achieve. "Try punching." Nat said, walking over too Wanda. The witch hit the bag hard but only felt shock running through her arm.

"Ouch." She said, almost without emotion. 

"Don't straighten your arm all the way, leave a small bend." Natasha said, rolling her eyes. "Now try a kick." Wanda did as Nat said and kicked the bag perfectly, Natasha smiled. "Try this." Natasha said, moving Wanda out of the way. Nat punched the bag with her left hand then her right, then she sent a kick at the bag all in rapid succession. "Do that until you can do it as fast as I can then maybe we'll talk about sparring."

"I will be leaving a today, I have business to attend too but I will be back soon." And with that Natasha walked onto the quinjet. Wanda just stood there shocked, but shook her head quickly and began her assignment.