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Not a witch

Nat
As I got to the conference room everybody was already there. We all got together to discuss what to do with Victoria. The timing was impeccable couldn't they have waited like 10 more minutes. I told them that I didn't think she was a threat, in the contrary I think she could be an asset. She had some experience training form the RedRoom, but she was clearly not properly trained. I did question how she had survived while not being the absolute best. That was a question I was going to have to ask her sometime.

Steve thought it would be best to wait a few days to see how she would adjust with some interaction. We would all go and see her one by one, to see how she would react to all of us, maybe play some games with her. I would go and talk to her every day to work on forming a bond with her. I would be lying if I said that the thought of seeing her everyday was haunting me. I couldn't wait to see her again. If she adjusted nicely we would see how she did in a combat exercise, and then evaluate further. Hopefully eventually giving her a place on the team.

Vic
It has been a few days since I last went into the interrogation room. Or my mental breakdown, depends on what you want to focus on. Natasha had been in here every day talking and playing game with me. We even watched a movie one night, while I had the chance to cuddle up in her. I loved the way her hair smelled, how soft her skin felled and how warm her body felt against mine. 

The others had been by as well, I think I met all of them, I also found out that Wanda worked her as well. I knew that there was something off about that girl. I had started eating again after Natasha had basically forced the food down my throat and wouldn't leave without me having eaten. She would also stay to make sure that I didn't throw up directly afterwards. She could be such a mom. But I truly loved that she cared so much. 

As I was taking a nice hot shower, cause they turned the heat back on, I was contemplating how the rest of my life would look like. I still had terribele nights, and I don't thing that they are planning on letting me go any time soon. My days were bearable but It would be nice to have some freedom again. It felt like I've treaded one prison for another my entire life. Witch is technically true. I was just done taking a shower and drying myself of with a towel as Natasha came in.

"O shit sorry, I should have knocked." she said blushing and quickly turning around. 

"No problem, I'm almost done give me a minute." 

I couldn't help but smile to myself. I quickly got dressed and made my way over to Natasha. I know that they couldn't just let me go. And with every day that went by I was starting to get more anxious about what was next for me. I really didn't want to stay locked up here the rest of my life. However nice it was to be around Natasha. 

"I'm done" I say while making my way over to the mirror to do my hair. While it wasn't really a mirror more like plastic ore something, at least it wasn't breakable to use as a wapen. 

My hair wasn't that long it just grazed my shoulders, so it was pretty easy to get it into shape. Natasha walked up behind me and put her arms on my waist. We had gotten pretty close over the past few days. We had hugged a few times but nothing more than that. Always well aware of the camera's pointed at our faces. We didn't really hug as she walked in or something like that, it was more like snuggling up to her as we watched a movie. I had told her a lot about my time in the RedRoom. But not so much of how I ended up at NYU. I shared my memories of Yelena and how she helped me in there. 

"Can I ask you something?" Her voice so gentle. 

"Sure, what's up?" I could feel her breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine.

"How did you survive the RedRoom? I mean how did you escape? I don't mean to be blunt or harsh but you're not exactly the best fighter."

She was choosing her words very careful, afraid to say something wrong. At first I was kind of shocked at her question, not to mention also a little offended. And stepped away from her to look at her. I needed to know that she was serious and not just playing with me. Her face expression changed as she saw the look in my eyes.

"You don't have to tell me if you're not ready yet." 

"No, I'm not but it's fine I trust you." I say hesitant. 
"The short story is that I faked my death, then cut out my tracker and lay in a ditch for five days. Almost starved to death but I made it. maybe I left out the part where I was taken in by the Italian cartel and had to fight for my life again.  Also I am a great fighter, you just took me off guard last time."

At first Natasha looked serious, really listening to what I was saying but at the and she couldn't hold herself and had to laugh.

"Yeah right, and I'm great at painting" she said sarcastically.

"Hey! You've never seen me use a gun and I'm ready to fight if you want to have a go miss Romanovna."

"Lady's, lady's settle down, we all know I would win in a fight." Wanda said as she walked into my cell.

We all looked at each other for a second and then started laughing really hard. The past few days had been very entertaining to say at least. It was really fun to play games with everyone, I know that I was still locked up but it kind of felt like this was the most normal form of life that I was ever going to get. They treated me like a little sister what was very adorable. Not that I know what it's like to be a sister but this is what I imagined it to be. 

"Hey Wanda, do what do I owe this pleasure?"

"You haven't told her yet?' Wanda says looking at Nat.

"U no I was just about to."

"What is going on here?" I ask nervous. 

"Uhm Vic, I came here because we had a proposition. If you let me read your mind to make sure that everything you have told us thus far is true, so we know we can trust you. Than we would like you to come and live with us in the Tower. You will get your own room and free access to the living quarters. You start out with minimal access but as time goes on you will be allowed more freedom. "

"Wait so you're a witch?!"

"Seriously Vic that's what you got out of all that?'' Natasha says indignant

"I'm not a witch, I don't cast spells, no one though me magic." Wanda said agitated

A/N

Hey as always feel free to leave a comment. I would like to hear what you all think of it so far. If you have any ideas for the future of this book don't hesitate to let me know. Let me know what you think will happen to Wanda once she enters Vic's mind?

Oke so I still haven't figured out how this story is going to end, but I am working on the next chapter. So please stay with me as I try to figure it out. And any help is welkom.