Plot: Natasha's senses don't pick up something. Wanda can't figure out why her girlfriend is so mad.
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearing, almost violence
Natasha was training. When was she not training? As she pounded the punching bag in front of her, she heard a voice behind her. A voice that nearly made her collapse.
"Nat?" Wanda asked softly, moving over and wrapping her arms around her from behind. "Why are you still here? It's nearly dawn."
Natasha spun around, and eagerly kissed Wanda. "You're back." she stated simply, pulling back to look at her. Wanda smirked.
"No shit, Sherlock." she teased. Suddenly her eyes widened. "Watch out!" she cried. Natasha ducked, just in time. The bag swung back, narrowly missing the pair.
Wanda thrust her hands towards the bag, slowing it down until it stopped. Natasha turned to look at her from her position on the floor, her eyes and face unreadable to all...except one. Wanda sighed, shaking her head, and moved to help her up.
"Natasha, honestly. Your senses didn't pick up one potential weapon. No biggie." she muttered, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
"It is a biggie, Wanda." Natasha snapped suddenly. "What if you hadn't seen the bag? We - you - could have been hurt!"
The distress and frustration were clear in her voice. Wanda rolled her eyes.
"Nat, you need sleep. Why don't we talk after you're rested and relaxed?" she suggested.
Instantly, she knew that was the wrong thing to say. Natasha's eyes flamed.
"You know what? I will." she hissed. She turned around, as if she were about to go away. Suddenly, she spun, her hand curled into a fist. Halfway through the punch, she stopped, shaking her head. What the hell? she thought, lowering her hand in shock.
Wanda was staring at her in shock, and had recoiled. Without saying another word, she fled the room.
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It had been a week since - well since Wanda's whole world had practically collapsed. Her girlfriend of three years - three fucking years - had almost punched her. The worst part? Wanda had been planning on proposing that night. She had fled, not bothering to look back at Natasha. Every time she came anywhere near the Russian, she would find another way to get to her destination. In other words? Mission: Avoid Natasha.
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Natasha had been trying to get to talk to Wanda for the past week. She hadn't known what had taken hold of her. What had gotten her to turn around. But she was terrified of herself. She could hurt somebody else. What if she killed someone? She had always been able to unload with Wanda. But now, with no one, she just curled up in her room, sobbing. Eventually, she decided to take action. Taking a deep breath, she made her way to Wanda's room. But first, she made a slight detour.
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Wanda heard a knock on her door. The knock that she and Natasha had invented for each other, back when they were still sneaking to each other's rooms to cuddle...and kiss. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she went and opened the door. There stood Natasha. She was dressed in a simple, black cocktail dress that didn't really seem that much in the front, but had a gorgeous, intricate design on the back. The dress she had worn for their first date. In her hands was a single rose. She stood there awkwardly for a moment.
"Are you gonna come in?" Wanda asked. Natasha walked in, and gently, handed her the rose. Wanda took it slowly, and inhaled. It smelled so...familiar. Natasha looked at her for a moment, her eyes glimmering with something rarely seen anywhere remotely near Natasha Romanoff. Tears.
"Wanda." she said, and her tone was so pleading, so...pitiful, so unlike Natasha, that Wanda glanced up into her eyes. A tear slowly slid down Natasha's cheek. "Baby girl, I know I don't deserve you. I've been a terrible girlfriend. I almost punched you. And...the pain that I endured over this past week, without you, it just ma-" Before Natasha could finish her apology, Wanda stood up and kissed her. Natasha instantly kissed back, her hands roving everywhere they could. Wanda slowly began to move towards her bed.
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Hours later, the two lay in each other's arms, too tired to do anything but occasionally steal kisses and tickle each other. "Nat?" Wanda asked sleepily. "Yes, love?" Natasha replied. Wanda sat up. "I...I planned on doing this a week ago, and I almost thought I would have to tuck it away, but..." She reached over to her bedside table, and sat up. Opening the box, she looked at her girlfriend. "Natasha Romanoff, will you marry me?" she asked, tears glistening in her eyes.
Natasha clapped her hands over her mouth, tears springing to her own eyes. "Yes."
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Hi guys! It's me, back from the dead. I know practically nobody reads my stories, but to those reading this right now, thank you. I love you guys all so much! I recently got into the Avengers fandom, though I've been a fan of Scarlett Johansson for much longer. Well, less fan, more crazy stalker who spends too much time watching every Youtube video there is of her. I do accept requests, so if you have a prompt, or just an idea in your head, feel free to DM me! Also, could anyone tell me how to do a line break?