Victoria Taylor Jones is an young woman around 19 years old, living in New York about to start her first year at NYU. However her past is about to catch up to her. What does her Russian teacher want from her? Will she ever be able to live a normal l...
Nat Today was the first day that Vic would stay with us in the living quarters. It took some convincing but Vic eventually agreed to let Wanda take a look inside her head. Wanda had woken up screaming from the look inside her head, both of them refused to talk about it. I knew that looking inside someone's head took a toll on Wanda but this was different. After Wanda had looked inside Victoria's head they had grown closer, Wanda would sometimes sleep over in her cell and they would whisper behind everyone's back. I hated it, especially because she had grown more apart from me, to the point that she was almost ignoring me.
This morning everything was bolted down and secured just to be sure. The kitchen had gotten an extra lock and all the cutlery, were put under lock and key. It is currently 8am and I was about to go to Vic to tell her that she was free. We would do a short assessment today to determine her level of skill in all fields. Starting with a combat training and finishing with a knowledge test. To make sure she was fit for missions if it would come to that.
"доброе утро, маленькая вдова" I say as I open the door to her cell. (Good morning little Widow)
"Natasha! Seriously?! Again, learn to knock!" Vic screams as she quickly covers herself with a towel.
I couldn't help but take a small peek, she was so breathtaking. I felt my cheeks getting red as she turned around. She was quick to cover up but I couldn't help but notice some scars, her body had been through hell.
"Sorry, I came to talk to you, but I will wait in the hallway." I say blushing. Trying my best to hide it.
"No it's fine I'm done" She sights, while pulling her shirt over her head and turning back around.
I had faced away from her the moment I walked in, not really in the mood to make our relationship more complicated, she would barley look at me as it is.
"Why did you came here, I thought Wanda would come by today?" she asked
"I came to give you these" I say as I hand her some workout clothes.
"Today is the day! Your room is ready and as of now you are free to leave this cell and live in the living quarters with us." I smile at her.
"took long enough" she murmurs under her breath barley loud enough for me to hear.
"Come on I will show you around" letting her attitude slip for now.
I take my time showing her around, explaining some rules and engaging in light conversation. Victoria was very quiet the whole time and there was a awful tense suspense around us. I told her about the test that would take place later today and then left her to settle in in her room for a bit.
Vic It has been a hell of a week. After Wanda read my mind I felt so empty. We both cried for what seemed like an eternity. Wanda had seen me, the real me, every single dark secret that I had kept over the years, every single memory I had from killing, every feeling I had when I looked at her. She saw how I felt about Natasha and it scared the shit out of me. I grow a bit isolated and Wanda had been there every day telling me that it was oke, that it wasn't my fault and that I didn't have a choice. Somewhere deep inside I was relief that Wanda knew everything it made it a bit easier to talk about it.
I have not been able to look Natasha in her eyes ever since Wanda made me realize just how much I was falling for her. When she went into my head she had seen all my memories of her. The way her eyes would hurt my soul, the way her hips sway as she walked. Every time I heard her voice chills set down my spine. I was excruciating to need someone this much.
I know that I was pushing Nat away but I couldn't let her in. She would only end up breaking my heart and I'm just putting it back together again. She had stopped coming by after I ignored her for three days. It hurt so much not to see her but Wanda was there to fill the void. With her it was easy, no feelings, I mean we were friends but nothing more.
Then this morning she showed up, walking in on me while I was just getting out of the shower, again. Wanda had promised to come by early to fill me in on how things were going regarding my moving in. But I guess Natasha beat her to it. She had shown me around an I was now in my room trying to settle in and get used to the new dynamic. Wanda had come by shortly after and told me what to expect from the assessment. She had also lectured me about ignoring Natasha and how I should not run from my feelings. We had gotten in an argument and she had stormed out angry.
This was the first time I had allowed myself to be angry with anyone. I had been all rainbows and sunshine in the fear that they would keep me locked up if I went against them. Around the afternoon I went to the gym to get warmed up for my first test. I was dressed in the clothes Natasha had given me.
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After hitting the boxing ball for around ten minutes I had dumped the shirt to be left in just my sport bra and leggings. It isn't like I would care if Steve saw me in this, I don't care if you would be looking me up and down. The man could dream but that's that.
"What are you doing? " Natasha's voice startles me out of my thoughts.
"Hitting the bag, what does it look like" I say a little irritated as to the fact that it was kind of obvious. I was praying to god that she didn't hear the stammer in my voice. I didn't exactly mind her looking me up and down, but if I had known she would be here I would have definitely kept my shirt on. I could feel her eyes burning on my skin, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
" That's definitely not how you punch." Natasha giggles.
"What?" I say a little confused by her statement.
"When you punch-" she started, walking over and spreading my feet and pulling my back firmly against her chest, making my breath hitch and heart rate speed up. She slide her hand from my waist to my arm. " - you turn your body into it so you can hit harder."
She goes to show me by turning our bodies. I try to ignore her hot breath against my neck and her hands on my sensitive skin but I can feel my cheeks heating up. I clear my throat stepping away from her.
"G-Great got it" I stutter.
"Are you oké? " she asked clearly noticing the hitch in my voice.
"Y-Yeah... completely fine, just forgot how to, breathe for a second" I stutter
"Let's get started on the assessment shall we?" She says acting as if nothing happened.
A/N Oke my dear readers I know you had to wait for a long time but I promise some juicy stuff is about to go down in the next few chapters. Delivering on the long promised smutt. So fear warning going ahead.
