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An elevator ride and three hallways later, Loki slipped into the training room to watch Wanda, who was sparring with another woman. She had removed her cloak, headdress, and boots to allow her to fight better. Loki watched with interest as the women spun and kicked and lashed out at each other. They were both very good, and seemed evenly matched, until the other woman, a redhead, jumped onto her hands, wrapped her legs around Wanda's neck and flung her to the ground. Wanda writhed and kicked her feet, but she couldn't get out of the redhead's hold.
"Face it, Wanda." the woman said to her. "Without using you're powers you'll never beat me."
"We'll see, Natasha." Wanda shot back.
Before Natasha could reply, Wanda rolled backwards, twisting her opponents legs. She slipped out of the hold, quickly stood up, and placed her foot on Natasha's neck.
"Let's call it a draw." she suggested to the other woman.
Loki decided to make his presence known and clapped his hands a few times in applause.
Both women turned to look at him.
"I didn't realize we had a audience." Wanda teased him.
"I didn't want to interrupt you. You're both so magnificent to watch." he leered.
"You must be Loki." Natasha inferred as the she got to her feet.
He bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement.
She gave him a bored look, before turning back to Wanda.
"I'm gonna shower. See you at diner." she grabbed a small towel off a rack on the wall, to wipe her face. She looked over Loki when she passed him, like she was studying a lab experiment, before leaving the room.
"That was the Black Widow." Wanda explained. "Don't worry. She treats everyone like that. In fact, she's normally worse. She must like you." Wanda let her gaze travel up and down his body quickly. "And I can see why, seeing as though you seem to have forgotten your shirt."
Loki smirked.
"All I had was a shirt embellished with leather and metal, and that didn't sound very appealing at this time."
"No, I don't suppose it did. I wouldn't think it ever would actually." she paused. "Although, I wear a leather corset, high heels, and a cape, so who am I to talk."
She picked up the aforementioned heels and cape off of a nearby rack and slung then over her shoulder.
He shrugged.
"The discomfort must be worth it for you." he sneered slightly. "After all, doesn't it give you considerable power over mortal men?"
She rolled her eyes, picked up her headdress and fastened it in place.
"It would be very interesting and possibly quite fun if I had the same power over mortal women." he mused.
"Don't you already?" Wanda asked him, only half teasing.
"That would be my brother, I'm afraid." he sighed.
"Didn't work for me." she told him. "Big and blonde isn't my type."
Loki stood up and leaned into her.
"What is your type then, sweet Wanda?"
"Tall." she started. "And thin."
He grinned.
"With pale skin and green eyes." she continued.
His smile grew bigger and more self impressed.
"And . . ."
"And what?" Loki leaned in even closer until Wanda could feel his cool breath on her face.
"And red hair." she finished. "He has to have red hair. I simply won't accept a man without bright, fiery, red hair."
Loki took a few steps back.
"You naughty little tease."
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean." she waved her hand dismissively. "Now let's find you some clothes. We can't have you walking around half naked."
She stalked off with her head held high and Loki laughed slightly to himself and followed after her.
They made a short stop at her room where Loki waited outside and Wanda changed into fresh clothes. When she emerged from her room, Loki had to keep himself from looking too appreciative. She was wearing an incredibly short red skirt and a tight black tank top.
"Do you ever wear green?" he asked her as they started strolling down the corridors again.
"No. Why?"
"No reason." he lied. "I just think the color would suit you. With your hair being that marvelous brown and all."
"Green and brown?" she scoffed. "I'd look like a forest fairy."
"Ah, yes, but a ravishing forest fairy to say the least." he smirked.
"I think I'll stick to red."
They continued walking until they reached Loki's room. Once they were inside, Wanda showed Loki how to work the closet. It had a clothing generator built in that allowed you to pick your attire from a variety of choices. He settled on a pair of slim black jeans and a green long-sleeved shirt. Wanda left the room while he changed, even though he assured her she was welcome to stay.
"You cut your hair." she remarked when he stepped out into the hall from his room.
"Just noticing now?" he questioned incredulously. "I did it ages ago."
"I can admit with no shame that before you put a shirt on I wasn't really looking at your hair." Wanda grinned mischievously.
"You can say that without shame?" he smiled back at her. "I must say I like that sort of woman. Although, they always tend to like Thor."
"You're too hard on yourself." she scolded him. "I'm sure there are plenty of women who prefer your looks to those of your brother."
"All evidence to the contrary, I'm afraid."
"I do." she whispered.
"What?" Loki asked, although he new perfectly well what she said.
"It's almost time for dinner." she attempted to change the subject.
It didn't work.
"You confuse me." Loki admitted. "You are quite fine with implying you enjoy looking at my body, and you have outright told me my brother's looks aren't to your taste. Yet you shy away from me when I get too close, or change the subject when you get uncomfortable."
"Doesn't everybody?" she countered. "And I shy away from no one."
"Really?" he walked forward until he backed her into the wall. He braced both of his arms on either side of her head and leaned in.
She quickly ducked under his right arm and walked back several steps.
"And that wasn't shying away?" he laughed.
"No! It wasn't!" she insisted defensively. "I just don't like men I barely know, who happen to be super villains, backing me into walls."
"Super villain? Wanda, I'm hurt." he feigned disappointment. "I thought for sure I'd made a better impression on you then that. After all," he stepped toward her again and ran one long, slender finger up and down the strap of her tank top. "Didn't you wear this for me?"
"Don't flatter yourself." she swatted his hand away. "I wore it for Steve. He likes when I wear red."
"Steve?" Loki frowned.
"Captain America. Another Avenger."
"And you're on a first name basis with him, then?" Loki's frown was becoming more pronounced.
"Please, I'm on a first name basis with all of the Avengers." she replied. "We are on the same team after all."
"And do you wear such provocative clothing for your other team mates as well?"
"Why? Are you jealous? Because you've no right to be."
"I was merely curious." he shrugged his shoulders. "I thought maybe you wore this kind of thing for Tony as well. He's quite fond of pretty girls if I'm not mistaken."
"Who told you that?" she queried.
"JARVIS." he replied innocently.
"Well, you can be sure I never 'wear such provocative clothing' for that playboy." she drew air quotes in the air with her fingers. "After all. He's with Pepper now. Finally."
"Ah, Miss Potts, right?"
"Yes."
"JARVIS did not inform me that their relationship had gone past one of a CEO and his assistant." he ran his forefinger over his mouth. "Interesting."
Wanda tried to stop herself from watching his finger before responding.
"Why is Tony's love life interesting?" she asked him.
"I find nearly everything interesting to some extent." he told her with a tone of pride in his voice.
"What doesn't interest you?"
"My brother's love life." he replied flatly.
She smirked.
"Why are you so jealous of your brother?"
"Me? Jealous of Thor?" he stood up straighter and a certain fire seemed to have lit in his emerald eyes. "Being jealous of that oaf would be preposterous, not to mention impossible."
"Ooh, seems I hit a nerve." Wanda had the decency to look sheepish. "Well, it really is time for dinner now, so let's get going."
And with that she walked off.