Indigo Meets Scarlet 2 (Wanda x Y/n)

chapter eight

Y/N POV

"Finally." I huff as Natasha eventually strides into my training room.

"I see you've warmed up." She gestures at the still swinging punching bag behind me that I had been releasing my ill-temper on.

"Mmhmm, so what we working on today?"

Nat approaches the whiteboard on the back of my door, examining the list of my powers with her hands on her hips.

"There's one power missing from this list."

"Huh?"

"What is it you call it? A sixth sense? Your weird goosebumpy hair thing when someone's approaching. Tell me about that." Nat asks, swivelling to face me.

"I don't know, when someone's getting close to me I get this feeling rise over my skin like, yeah, goosebumps."

"Just when you feel someone getting close?"

"I- I think so?" I answer hesitantly.

Even after all this time, after all the hours practising and exploring my magic, I still don't know the full extent of the power I have.

"Follow me." Nat orders, turning back to the door and opening it, heading out into the corridor.

She jogs to the bottom of the stairs and gestures to the other side of the lengthy aisle.

"Stand back there facing away from me and when you sense me approaching, turn around. Try not to think about it though, as if you weren't expecting it."

Well obviously now she's told me that I'm probably going to struggle to think of anything other than the fact she's behind me.

Getting into place at the end of the hall, I rack my brains for any thoughts other than what I'm currently doing.

When I was in primary school, my teacher would give us a 'target animal' each term for us to work on and whilst my classmates would improve and gain more targets, mine was always 'managing distractions monkey'. I really would find whatever I could do around the classroom other than my work, whether it was offering to sharpen the entire contents of every single one of my classmate's pencil cases or talking the ear off of anyone who would listen.

So with that in mind, you'd think I'd be better at distracting myself from the approaching assas-
Tingle.

Whipping around, both mine and Nat's eyes widen when we realise she is only halfway down the corridor, almost thirty feet away.

"Were you focusing on me?"

"Surprisingly, no. Went down a weird childhood memory lane."

"Please, don't elaborate. Let's try it again but this time, be on alert for it."

Waiting until she's returned to her position by the stairs, I face the wall again, following her instructions and focusing on my surroundings. I immediately the hairs on my neck and forearms prickle, circling toward the redhead once more.

"I haven't even moved." Natasha utters a hint of annoyance in her voice, thinking I'm messing her about.

"Well, I got the tingle."

Nat hums thoughtfully before sidestepping into the training room beside her.

"Stay where you are, see if you can sense me inside." She shouts, shutting the door afterwards.

Closing my eyes, I centre my attention on my surroundings, my mouth dropping open when I can sense her presence through the walls. Dashing down the corridor, I swing open the door and meet Natashas excited eyes.

"This is fucking sick. I can't believe I haven't tried this before. I usually just try to listen out for peoples thoughts."

"I think that's a good skill to use, but this will be a lot more helpful. Let's see just how much you can do." Nat grins, an impish spark glimmering in her eye.

Per her instruction, I teleport us to her room and she digs inside the bottom of her wardrobe, releasing a small cheer when she locates the item she's searching for.

"Nat, I'm flattered but I don't think Wanda would be very happy." I quip as Nat waves a blindfold in the air triumphantly.

"Ugh, shut up." She rolls her eyes, grabbing ahold of me and yanking me out of her bedroom towards the elevator.

We exit the lift on the office floor, the hushed, new surroundings making me uncomfortable. It was very rare any of us were needed below our floors, only really descending past the training floor when going to the garage or leaving the building altogether.

The floor was made up of a puzzle of corridors, each one holding one, or several office spaces, the employees tapping away at their computers and yelling silently down the phone visible through the expansive soundproof glass windows that adorned every wall.

Natasha slips the blindfold over my eyes, tightening it behind my head and hooks her arm through mine, guiding me down the hall.

"I'm going to stop at each room, I want you to try and focus on the people inside and tell me how many there are, okay?"

Confirming with a nod, I cling onto her for dear life while I blindly follow her lead, coming to a standstill after a few metres.

A feeling of uncertainty creeps over me while I focus my energy, beginning to doubt that I'll be able to pinpoint an exact number. Taking a deep breath, I try to push past the scepticism, concentrating on the goosebumps rising on my skin and, as if by magic, three shadows appear in my mind.

"Three?"

"Yes!" Nat cheers, hitting my shoulder excitedly and dragging me towards the next office.

We spend nearly two hours winding through the corridors, Natasha bringing me to a halt at each room and reacting with just as much enthusiasm to each correct answer as she did the first time.

Around the fiftieth office, I can feel the continuous use of my powers begin to take a toll, my brain becoming sluggish and my answers delayed whilst the rumble in my stomach grows ever louder.

"Come on, focus!" Nat barks as I struggle to pick apart the gaggle of shadows that had formed in my head.

"I am!" I whine, frustration growing in my chest.

"Focus harder!"

As I try to complete the seemingly impossible demand, my thoughts drift to Wanda and an image flashes into my mind of the kitchen. I instantly recognise Wanda's ringed fingers placing a shopping bag onto the counter, the thought from her point of view.

"I think Wanda's home." I blurt, mainly out of shock at what I'd just seen.

"How do you know?"

"When you told me to concentrate harder I did, but I uh- I thought about Wanda by accident and an image of her entering the kitchen popped into my head." I gush as Nat removes the blindfold from my eyes.

Blinking furiously to adjust to the harsh lighting above me, I take a glance in the room in front of us, internally kicking myself when I see it was five people gathered inside, irked I hadn't gotten it before.

Linking her fingers through mine, Nat looks at me expectantly and, clocking what she means, I teleport us to the kitchen, the two of us materialising beside the island. And there Wanda stood, unpacking groceries from the bags and sorting them into their places whilst Steve restocked the fridge.