Purple Silence || Book 3 of Red Whispers || W.M. x Reader

Chapter 14 || Darkness

Your POV

Training with Nat and Steve at 6 in the morning has got to be some kind of cruel, sick joke. Especially when they're all weird and flirting in an awkward way.

I didn't know Nat even knew how to be awkward. Guess Capsicle just brings it out of her.

Still, I have her on her back once again, ready to pound her face in, smirking triumphantly at my victory before she shoves me off in annoyance.

"You're going soft, Romanoff."

"And you're getting on my nerves. I was taking it easy."

"Ha! Yeah, right. That's what you always say when I crush you," I make a faux-pouty face but instantly regret it when she snatches me by the arm and whips it around my back, making me shriek in pain.

"Okay! Mercy! You win!"

With a prideful hum, she releases her satanic grip on me and walks over to Steve at the punching bags.

"Have fun with your witch! Muscles, calm down before you pull something. Hair's gonna start turning gray." She taps Steve on the arm, gaining his attention, to which he clumsily stumbles at the contact and catches the bag, steadying it.

"Huh? Oh, ha. Sorry. Just finishing up. You guys are all finished?"

"Yeah, I beat your girlfriend's ass, bye the way!" I salute at Nat with a middle finger to end it off, making her chuckle but Steve blushes.

"We-she. Um. Girlfriend?"

He looks nervously at the shorter woman who just folds her arms over her chest, "I don't know, Mr. Tradition. Isn't the man supposed to ask the lady?"

His eyes lock onto mine now. I can nearly see the sweat dripping from his forehead at the idea of having to ask Natasha out, but I just shrug and leave the room, allowing them to be alone.

I'll talk to him though. Gotta make sure he doesn't have any thoughts of hurting her. I know he was head over heels for Peggy Carter back in the day. Word is he's still hung up on her. I'll be damned if he thinks he can string Natasha along. She's been hurt enough...mostly because of me.

She doesn't need any more surprises in her life.

After grabbing a quick shower I head back into my room, only to see two Wandas.

Wait...what?

My eyes cast over to one watching television, while the other hovers in the fucking air reading a dirty old book, red magic surrounding her in her sexy little Scarlet Witch getup.

"Um...Wands? What the hell?" I chuckle nervously as I stare at the floating Wanda, feeling uneasy with her. She seems...dark...I don't know. But I can feel her magic just pulsating with raw power and strength.

"What? Oh, sorry. I've been studying the Darkhold. Practicing some astral projection." She smiles up at me from her spot on my bed watching TV.

"Astral...but aren't you supposed to be unconscious in your physical body when you do that?"

Her face converts to a more curious smile, tilting her head as she looks at me. Her eyebrows pull together as if scripted out to do in some kind of horror film. It's unsettling, nearly.

"Well I don't look unconscious, now do I?"

The projection just barely glances at me, eyes glowing an even darker red. With a frown and a shift of weight to my other foot, I bend down to be level with Wanda. She catches onto my nerves and frowns.

"What's wrong?"

"Remember how you told me you thought you unlocked something dark last week?"

With a quick nod, I can feel my chest growing fuzzy with the way her eyes are looking at me. So innocent, so curious. She's the cutest being alive, I swear. It feels like some sort of blessing just to be able to look at her face.