𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝘯𝘳 & 𝘸𝘮 | 𝘢

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NATASHA ROMANOFF

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𝘠/𝘕

NATASHA AND WANDA have always tries their best to win my heart. Neither of them have really succeeded. I've never been that kind of woman who's ever thought of having a partner, and I haven't minded it. But these two and their relentless game of making me the winner's prize? It's driving me up the wall because I don't think I could choose between them.

Wanda made me breakfast one day. I'd trained with Maria earlier on and when we finished, I followed the smell of eggs into the kitchen. Wanda stood by the stove, already dressed - hair up in a scruffy morning bun. She smiled at me as soon as she realised I was there.

"Want some?" She offered, showing me the pan.

I nodded eagerly, stomach growling. Wands passed me a plate and I dug in immediately.

"How is it, love?"

"Really good," I murmured after swallowing another mouthful of egg and toast.

"What you doing?" Nat's voice floated through the air, the softness of it making me choke on my food. Like Wanda, Natasha Romanoff made my skin crawl with nerves.
But the good kind. If there was a good kind.

"Wanda's made breakfast." I told her, not meeting her green eyes. God, if only I knew who to choose.

"Ah." Was all Nat said. I couldn't tell if the glint in her eye was jealousy, or just her natural morning look, because either way she pulled it of expertly.

Wanda looked over us. "Too bad you can't cook, Natasha."

Nat sneered at her as she poured herself a large cup of coffee, stirring in the milk and sugar until the liquid turned a mild brown.

"As long as you're down to train in an hour Y/N, I don't mind what you have for breakfast." The look on Nat's face did not coinhere with the what her mouth just said. I nodded regardless.

Nat smirked and it looked almost smugly triumphant. After picking up her mug of coffee and grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl, Natasha left the kitchen and I looked on as she left.

"Eat your food, Y/N. Or you'll end up training on an empty stomach." Wanda said, through what sounded like gritted teeth.

I turned back around. "Are you alright, Wands?"

Wanda met my gaze with blue, glazed eyes. "I'm perfectly fine. Eat."

"Yes, ma'am."

.

Training with Nat started at ten, as per usual, yet Nat seemed to be late. Not per usual. As I started my warm up on the mat, Natasha pushed through the doors, a nonchalant smile fiddling with her lips.

I went to open my mouth to ask her where she'd been but I snapped it right shut again when I saw the sharpness of the glimmer in her eyes.