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Chapter Four

"They placed them up against the wall..."

Now that she could use her powers, it was getting easier for Wanda to spar with the Winter Soldier. He was still evasive as ever with his movements, but it was just as hard for him to actually land a punch. Especially when she used her energy field; neither him or anyone could overpower her then. If only she was as trained and experienced as he was. Should she ever get to that level, then Wanda Maximoff would be the legitimate definition of an unkillable machine. And the Winter Soldier didn't believe that would be a good thing for her.

He slid under Wanda with his knee in an attempt to trip her, but she jumped and he wound up kicking air instead. He quickly regained his position and made a swift turn to hit her in the chest, but she raised her hands and the red shield blocked his fist. His eyes fluttered to her face, teeth gritting, and he knew what was coming next. Wanda heard this thought, and returned a small smirk as she hexed him across the room. He was smacked against the wall and fell back to the floor with a wince. He huffed as he staggered upwards and leaned by the wall to take a breather. Wanda walked over to him with a huge grin.

"I win, again." She declared cheerfully.

He shook his head lightly in defeat and a smile threatened to break through. "I wouldn't get too far ahead of myself."

Wanda rolled her eyes and extended her hand. "Come on, let's go again."

He took it, and once he did, he mustered every ounce of his strength to flip her upside down; he had to constantly remind himself that he couldn't hold back against her. Wanda landed on the cold ground and the Winter Soldier immediately straddled her, pinning her arms over her head. Wanda groaned, throbs of pain shooting throughout her spine.

"What did I say about letting your guard down?" he reprimanded with a hint of playfulness.

Wanda wiggled under his heavy weight and kneed him in his lower stomach, causing him to flinch back and release his grip on her wrists. They both shot up and engaged in a one-on-one match. She used that brief time to decide whether she should use her ability of flight to bring him down. He was already getting the upper hand with his blows, and then he clipped her in the knee, which made her to lose her balance and allowed him to take a jab at her chin. Wanda suddenly felt very angry, and in the next second, scarlet psionic hex energy flared from her palms. With one hand she steered herself into flight, and the other grabbed onto the Winter Soldier's collar.

They remained in the air for five seconds. Wanda drove him into the ground and mounted her legs on each side of his waist. Her hands crawled up to his neck and held him down. He let out another grunt as Wanda sat panting on top of him. She stared into his eyes, and when she didn't feel him move, she slowly brought her hand back and placed them on his shoulders.

"Admit it, soldat. I'm getting better."

The Winter Soldier sighed. "Yes... yes you are."

Wanda smiled and was going to get off of him, but then she felt his hands on her hips. A sensation wrecked all over her midsection; her breath hitched. She sank lower into his chest, never taking her eyes from him, and her lips was centimeters away from his when there were two loud bangs on the doors. The Winter Soldier sprung themselves up and pushed her away from him as Rumlow walked in unannounced.

"Practice is over. Doctor List needs to see Miss Maximoff right now," Rumlow firmly stated as he locked eyes with Wanda.

She tore from his gaze to the Winter Soldier, whose bearing had stiffened exponentially and was looking straight at Rumlow. When he didn't say anything, Wanda nodded towards Rumlow and left. She then looked over her shoulder to see Rumlow and the Winter Soldier walking the opposite way.