The Prophecy

Oats

In a living quarters of approximately 15 people, it is massively impossible to avoid someone the way I tried to avoid Wanda. It took a mere 4 hours before we ended up in the kitchen at the same time. She was dressed in a tight black tank top and a pair of joggers, looking up and smiling at me through a pair of massive reading glasses which she moved onto her head to talk to me.

"Hey," she smiled sweetly, "did you get the cookies?"

"I did," I nodded slowly, reaching to grab a mug from the top cupboard before realising the stitches in my shoulder were about to tear.

"Stop," Wanda laughed out her nose, coming over to help, "which one do you want?"

"The big one at the back, the um ... the 'I heart Taylor Swift' one," I mumbled.

Wanda smiled slightly and grabbed the mug, putting it in front of me before popping down the kettle.

"Thank you by the way," I nodded, our eyes meeting and she smiled wider and shrugged.

"You got shot, I figured the least I could do was make you cookies," she replied quickly, "the team ate the rest of the chocolate orange ones so you don't need to stress about that. At least I know that now so next time I can make you-"

"Stop talking," I giggled.

She shut her mouth and smiled at me softly when she too realised she was rambling.

"You took a bullet out of me, you didn't have to make me cookies aswell. I appreciate it don't get me wrong but it's just ... awfully nice of you," I told her, "you don't need to make me baked goods on a regular basis though."

"I um- I actually meant for the team," she replied slowly with a growing smirk, "when I bake stuff for the team I now know you can't have orange so ... but it's cute you thought I was making stuff just for you."

I felt a blush rising up my neck and settling on the tips of my cheeks and nose, my palms sweating as I turned to focus my attention on making my coffee. With shaky hands, I poured the boiling water until I felt a hand on the small of my back as Wanda appeared next to me, passing me the oat milk.

"You're not the only one who can play this game Y/N/N," she spoke quietly with a clear smirk.

As I turned around to face her again, she was walking off out of the kitchen, a curl now finding its permanent home on my lips.

"Wanda!" I shouted, running after her.

She hummed and turned around with a smile.

"What are you doing right now?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders at me as she sipped ice water though her straw, "I was going to go train with Sam, why?"

I exhaled and shook my head, "nothing, no reason ... have fun."

She narrowed her eyes with a smile and nodded, "you too; get some rest. You need it after today," she added with a little wink that made me want to die.

As she turned and walked away, I closed my eyes and exhaled shakily, turning too and making my way back to the kitchen to save my coffee from where Nat had just picked it up.

"Put it back down Romanoff," I ordered, taking it off her hands and shaking my head.

"In my defence, you left it unattended as you chased after your girl," she smirked slowly.

"She's not my girl," I replied quickly, turning to walk away as she followed me into the lounge.

"If she's not your girl, why are you pining over her?" Nat asked as she followed me, sitting down on the couch at the same time.

"Hardly pining," I sighed.

"I watched you ask her out and she totally just shot you down," she teased.

"I didn't ask her out," I replied, "so there was no chance to shoot me down."

"What did you ask her then? Her bra size?"

"I just asked where she was-"

"Sleeping tonight?" Nat cut me off.

"I asked where she was fucking going, will you stop being to insistent in my love life," I raised my voice.

"Love life," she smiled slowly, nudging my arm with her own, "I knew something was going on."

"There's nothing going on," I reminded her, getting up off the couch with a flare of my nostrils.

"Where are you going?" she asked, getting up to follow me.

"To my bedroom," I replied, hearing her trailing behind me, "why are you still following me?"

"You know exactly why I'm following you," she exhaled, coming up beside me and taking my coffee to drink it.

"You best be working up some good apology for that," I raised my brows.

"Oh it will be don't worry," she smirked slowly, making eyes at me over the mug as I pushed open my bedroom door to let her in.

"What about Maria?" I asked before Nat pushed the door shut with her foot.

"Haven't spoken to her in four days, shut up and just fuck me," she exhaled, pushing me down onto my bed and climbing on top of me.

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"Do you think sometimes we have sex just because we're bored?" I asked Nat as she was getting dressed hours later.

"Um ... I don't know," she shrugged, redoing the buttons on her jeans.

"When did this start? Us using each other for sex?"

"I don't know if we're using each other ... more that we're- I don't know- we just need a release sometimes," she replied, furrowing her brows, "what's with the questions?"

I shook my head, and searched her eyes as she raised her eyebrows at me, hands on her hips.

"I think ..." I started before exhaling dramatically and leaning my head back on the wall behind me, "I think I- fucks sake- I like Wanda, more than I'd particularly care to and I don't know how she feels about the fact that we're still actively fucking."

"So then we stop," she smiled slowly.

"Stop what?"

"Actively fucking," Nat smirked, "I've never seen you have a crush before and you've definitely never talked about it therefore it clearly means something to you so I'm stepping back."

"You're not going to have sex with me anymore? God Romanoff, you really know how to flatter a girl," I teased.

"Will you put your ego down for two seconds and shut up?" She chuckled, "if you don't ask her out before the end of the day I'm doing it for you."

"Thats not fair, it's already 7pm!"

"Better get dressed quickly then," she smirked.