All is forgiven - wanda nat

chapter 3

Natashas pov:
I get back into the compound, into the kitchen to see Steve and Sam laughing at the table.
"Hey Sam." I say and smile.
"Hey Nat!" He says walking over, "let me help you with them bags"
I thank him as he carries it over to the counter.
"When did you arrive?"
"Not long ago actually, probably like half-past maybe."
I nod and start to unpack the food from the bags into the fridge and cupboards.
"Oooh, who are these for?" He asks opening up the cupcake box.
"They're for Tony's robots" I say sarcastically with a smirk.
"Very funny"
Steve laughs and walks over to look at them with Sam.
"I also brought some snacks for tonight" I say.
"Thanks Nat" Steve smiles
"What's happening tonight?" Sam looks at me and Steve wanting an answer.
"Movie night, it's a free day" Steve says whilst patting him on the back. "Joining us?"
"Definitely!"

I take a cupcake out the box putting it on a plate sticking a note on the edge.

'Why am I doing this?'

I place the plate in her room and head to mine to get ready for my workout. It might have been a free day but that doesn't mean I won't train still.

Wandas pov:
I wake up to the sound of laughing and chatter from the kitchen. I heard Sam was arriving today so I went into the shower to clean myself up a bit. I didn't want to look a mess infront of him. This was the first time I'd been dressed in ages.
I attempted to put on some mascara and do my hair in a French plait. I left the bathroom to see a plate with a cake on my dresser with a note attached. I walked over and started to read.

Sorry I shouted at you, I know you were trying to help.
-Natasha

I smile softly and put down the note to leave the room. I was super thankful she realised I was trying to help. I didn't know how long it would be until she did. I doubt she trusts me though.

I walk out into the kitchen to see Sam and Steve standing joking about. Sam tuns to see me and Steve smiles.
"Hey new one! Wanda is it?" Sam asks.
"Yup that's me," I give him a smile and walk over to make myself some food.
"Hey wanda are you joining us for movie night, tonight?" Steve asked.
I wasn't sure on the idea since I'm still convinced the team hates me but I didn't want Steve to feel bad so I said I would.

Time skip to just before movie night

3rd person:

Everyone had gathered into the lounge, Sam, Steve and Tony were arguing over what movie to watch. Clint sat on the end of the couch laughing at the boys arguing whilst Nat was in the kitchen sorting snacks. Wanda hadn't made an appearance yet. She was still in her room debating whether or not she should go out.
"We are totally watching star wars!" Sam says excitedly.
"Alright, fine," Tony says sighing
Steve got up and went to knock on wandas door.
"Wanda are you coming to watch star wars with us?"
"Uhm, yes I'll be out in a second." The witch says opening the door to meet Steve standing there. He gave her a gentle smile and they both headed for the lounge where the rest of the group were. She came and sat down next to Clint out the way of everyone else.
"Hey kid," He says smiling.
"Hi Clint," the girl responds.
After a minute of talking Nat finished sorting the snacks and carried them over. Placing them on the coffee table she sat down looking at wanda. Compared to the last time she saw her she looked a lot better. Her hair was done and she'd put on some makeup. She was in clothes too and looked quite clean. Her cheeks weren't tear stained nor were her eyes puffy.
"Finished staring?" Tony leaned over and said into Natashas ear. Startling her, she turned to give him a death stare and told him to shut up.

Wandas pov:
No one had said anything mean to me yet which I was shocked about but i could still sense a lingering feeling of hatred in the air.

With the movie finishing i decided to get up and head to my room. However, I was stopped by Natasha.
"Tomorrow we're going to do some training according to cap so meet in the training room at 9." She states in a monotone voice.
"Oh, okay," I say to her and walk off.

The next day

I woke up at 7am to my alarm. I'm not sure how many hours of sleep I got, if any at all, but I still had nightmares. Getting ready for the day I head into my walk in closet trying to find sportswear. Finally, I come across a black Nike set and put that on.

-

Stood outside the door to the training room, I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves. I wouldn't be surprised if natasha was to kill me during this session. I grasp the door handle, pulling down to open it. I lay eyes on natsha wearing black leggings and a sports bra. She had a toned stomach and slightly muscular arms, curvy figure and hair tied up in a Dutch braid. I knew that she was struggling at the moment yet somehow she managed to get up every morning and still make herself look good.

"Take a picture and it'll last longer," she says with a smirk.
At that point I'd realised I'd been staring; for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"Sorry," I say going red.

'That's embarrassing'

She dismissed my apology and walked off towards the mat.
"We're going to combat. I want you to try and fight back against me."

'This was never going to end well. I hope my headstone looks nice.' I think.

We get ready into a stance and start to circle. She makes the first move attempting to punch my side but I block it. My reflexes weren't fast enough apparently because she swoops her leg along the mat knocking me over. She kneels on my chest keeping me down.

"Your reflexes are incredibly slow."

"Well it is my first time, I'm not trained you know."
She sighs and stands up holding out her hand to help me up. I block a few of her attempts every now and then but most of the time I ended up on the mat. Natasha was getting tired of being here and how little progress I was making.
"Can you at least teach me how to defend myself so I'll at least have a small chance against you? I'd rather not be dead by the end of this session, thanks."

She stares at me with her emerald green eyes piercing into my soul, giving me her signature smirk.

"Fine then. Let's start with blocking punches."

An hour and a half later

"Right we're done" she says leaving me exhausted on the mat. I wasn't dead physically so that was the good part but it sure felt like I was on my way there.

"Thanks then, I feel like my limbs are going to drop off"
I hear a scoff from the other end of the room.
"No problem drama queen," she says and leaves the room.

'At least we're on talking terms. Ish.'

I collect my things and head upstairs for some lunch. Sam was here with Steve as per usual. I greet them and start to take some ingredients to make a sandwich. It was definitely a calmer day in the compound. Everyone in their usual places. I go and join Sam on the couch with my food and start watching what was on the TV. I didn't pay much attention to it as it wasn't that interesting anyways. Instead I was thinking about Natasha. Why? She still didn't trust me. I'm not sure how I will earn that trust.

Natashas pov:
She really wasn't doing well in training. I was trying not to talk much, I still don't trust her. The witch has got to prove she's good otherwise it will stay like this for ages.