Her [Avengers]

Chapter VI: Mirage

Svetlana's POV

"Max, you're going to bathe Pietro Maximoff, right?"

Max's face scrunched up.

"Nah."

My eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean "nah"?"

"I don't want to."

"Strucker will not be pleased to hear you refuse an order!"

"Was it an order from him directly?"

"... No."

"Then, he won't be sad that I said no. Why don't you do it?"

"Well, I don't know it's kind of awkward for me to do it," I muffled my voice.

"What?"

I repeated, still muffling.

"What?"

"It's awkward and embarrassing."

"Lana, you're a grown woman and a soldier of HYDRA."

"Yeah, but I fight men, not bathe them. And don't call me Lana."

"Just do it!"

"Ugh!" I flailed my arms and whined.
"Maaaaaaaaaaaax!"

"If it makes you feel better, I doubt Pietro Maximoff has cooties."

I continued whining until I heard someone clear their throat.

I immediately stopped and turned to the person: Strucker. I paled and gulped hard. I apologized for my behavior and put my head down in shame, so did Max.

"I'm glad you're having fun, but do keep in mind that this is a serious organization and we would like a behavior that matches. Wouldn't you agree, Svetlana?"

I nodded vigorously.

"That's what I thought, as for you, Ackermann. I expected more."

"My deepest apologies, Baron Von Strucker," Max said.

*

"Here's a serum that "turns off" your gift temporarily, approximately forty minutes," I said as I inject the serum in him.

"How do you feel?"

"Different."

Alright, it's not one hundred percent so I'll be around." I gave him a shower caddy with toiletries.

"The bathtub is ready for you," I said as I led him to the bathroom, "It even has bubbles."

"How exciting," He said with a monotonous voice.

"Hey! Bubbles are a luxury! You don't get bubbles often here," I chided.

We arrived to the spacious bathroom with two chairs. "Do anything you need, bathe, brush your teeth, whatever. I'll be outside," I said.