W A N D A x N A T A S H A - R E D

30. Her past

POV WANDA

'So..' Maria whispers in my ear as she slowly touches my hair. Because of my blindfold I can't see her. Because of my hands attached to the chair, I can't stop her.

I'm naked in front of her. She made me open my legs. And I wanted to, even tough she wanted me to beg her to do so.

I feel her hand on my thigh. Feel her mouth between my legs. I feel how my heart drops to my stomach.
How I moan, and how she slaps me. Punishing me for the sound I made.
I smile by the pain she let's me feel, I feel satisfied by the pleasure I feel.

'Wanda..' somebody yells my name. I try to look up, but I can't see who it is.
'Wanda!' I recognize the voice of Natasha.

Suddenly I open my eyes. I look in the dark. I hear Natasha snoring next to me. She finally fell asleep.

A feeling of guilt appears the moment I think back about my dream. The feeling grows when I notice how turned on I was by it.

Natasha may never know.

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'So.. this is my sister.' Natasha says. She has her hair tied in a knot, I'd never seen that before. I look at her tight dark grey suit, at the weapons who stick against her back.

'You don't have to introduce me to this people.' The Russian says to Natasha when she looks at Steve, Clint and Maria in the trainingsroom.

'You can't come in here all random without saying your name? can't you?' Natasha raises a brow.
'Sounds like something you'll do too.' She grins at Natasha and walks towards the weapon arsenal stationed in the corner.

I look at Yelena grabbing a knife. She gazes at her reflection in it. 'Expensive shit.' She says while she turns the knife.

While I look at her, I'm wondering how her relationship with Natasha is. Are they real sisters? Because they don't look similar at all. And how did they grow up? Natasha told me parts of her youth, but it's vaguely. Non if it she tells me is specific. I think back at what Steve told me months ago after the party, he told me that she has a past that even he is impressed by.

In an instant Yelena turns around, she runs towards Natasha and points the knife towards her waist.
For a second I startle.
But Natasha respons immediately, she smirks while she holds her sisters arm and turns it around. Quickly she grabs the weapon from her back.

The following seconds I watch how they fight. It's almost a dance; the way they step forward and attack again. They look as if they were trained the same. Every movement seems calculated, every attack seems as if they did it a hundred times over and over again.

I look at Steve, with a light frown on his forehead he watches how they step through the room. Maria has her arms crossed and focuses on their every movement. Clint watches them emotionlessly; the look that often covers his face.

I than watch how Yelena holds the knife before the throat of Natasha. With widen eyes Natasha looks at it. I read disappointment in her eyes the moment she realizes that the victory is on the side of her sister.

'You're tired.' Yelena says while frowning. 'Something's going on with you.'

'Or..' and she slowly walks around Natasha while she looks suspicious. 'Or you letting me win? Don't do that. I hate that.' Yelena says. She slowly takes down the knife.

In an instant I watch Natasha grab her arm, she moves her body with it and turns it towards the ground.
Before my eyes could process what happens, I see how Yelena's back faces the ground. How Natasha pushes her arm against the cold floor.
Yelena smirks. 'That's.. how I know you.' She says while she moans of the pain she feels.