"The Scarlet Witch is not born, she is forged. She has no coven, no need for incantation."
Young witch Wanda Maximoff will find her way to her destiny, but will she find something else on her path?
Vera Stark, forged in the halls of hell, will find...
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Vera's back laid pressed against the wall of the bathtub, her body covered in thick foam, a bottle of wine in her hand. After the mission she came back to her hotel room ignoring Steve's wishes to have a meeting with the whole team, the fight was over, they won, what else did the man wanted to talk about.
A knock on the door pulled Vera out of her thoughts.
"Who is it?" Who the fuck was in her room, no one else had the key.
"It's me, V," A familiar voice said from the other side of the door. Natasha.
"Oh, come in," she said not bothering to cover herself up, the foam was thick enough to not give away her nakedness to the read head so she simply took a sip of her bottle.
Natasha walked through the door smirking at the sight of the girl, when she was close enough she grabbed the bottle from the girl's hand and drank a large sip.
"Damn, you break into my room and steal my alcohol," Vera joked looking at the girl, "how fucking rude of you, Romanoff."
"Oh hush," she glared at Vera with humor, "I thought you were going to ask me to join you," she said putting the tip of the bottle on her lips, "I must admit I was a little disappointed I didn't receive an invitation"
"I didn't know you needed an invitation to be honest," Vera said smiling, "it wouldn't be the first time you've seen me naked," she shrugged earning a scoff from the girl sitting at the edge of the tub.
"It's been a long time, V" she said leaning to grab a lock of hair falling over Vera's face and placed it behind the girl's ear, "I do need an invitation" she caressed her cheek with the back of her knuckles.
"Tash..." Vera tried saying looking intently into the girl's eyes. "Sh," Natasha interrupted leaning even further over the girl, her faces now inches apart, "tell me, are you going to invite me?" she whispered, her breath crashing against the Stark girl's lips.
Vera's eyes traveled to Natasha's lips, all rational thoughts leaving her brain, she had missed this feeling so much, no one ever compared to Natasha.
"Nat, please," She was still trying not to cave in, "we need to talk.." Vera let out shakily, her confidence abandoning her body at the closeness with the redhead.
"We can do that later," she said brushing her lips against Vera's, not fully kissing her yet, she wanted her to give her permission and the brunette knew it, "Please, baby, I've missed you so much" Natasha pleaded closing her eyes.
That was everything Vera needed to lose her willpower, she grabbed the back of Natasha's hair and pulled her closer to her closing the gap between them, their lips moved with hunger and passion, years had passed since the last time they touched, and they were putting all of that desire into the kiss.
