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3rd person PoV
After the Sokovia incident Wanda has been obviously mourning the death of her twin brother Pietro all day. Her eyes glisten and her swelling lids got thicking as her tears wont stop pouring endlessly. Just when she wiped the tears off of her face something caught her eyes. A red leather jacket. Natasha's jacket. "Oh..Natasha's jacket. It's been a year. I wonder if she've been looking for this jacket or just..forgets about it." Wanda murmurs as she reached out for the jacket and observe the smooth piece of leather, "Oh..would you look at that. A hole.." ,At that very fragile state Wanda couldn't use her magic just yet. Scared that she'd lose control once again like before, so she decided to sew it manually. Even though she dont know how to sew yet but she feels like she needs to close the gap in that jacket.
Wanda's PoV
"Oh god, how did my mother even do these kind of thing? It's so hard and confusing." Wanda questioned with silence as my answers as I'm sat on my bed and sew the leather jacket..the sewing needle got my fingers multiple times but I just can't give up and whine, can I?.. after a few minute I think I put wayy too much force. "OW! What the- ow...fuck. that hurt." I yelped when the needle stabbed my finger. It literally went through my flesh oh god. I bring my finger uo to my lips and suck the blood as I had a flashback of that moment..when Natasha point it out that I grabbed her jacket. Once again I was drowning in this field of embarassment when I remember. "Darn it...she just gotta point out the obvious huh?" I gritted my teeth against my finger as the interaction flooded my mind before I continue sweing the jacket.
4 HOURS LATER
"Oh finally! It's done! Though it's a bit messy..." I chuckled to myself finding myself silly before the horror sent shivers through my spine. That women..I forgot she's Natasha Romanoff. Damn it. "Damn it!! Ugh! I still gotta deal with that redhead! Should I? I mean yeah of course, Wanda you need to give her clothes back- WHY DID I EVEN GRABBED THIS JACKET AT THE FIRST PLACE?!" I screams out, ranting thanks to this soundproofed wall. But seriously I'm scared. Her glares...EUGH BIG NO.
Natasha's PoV
I was just doing my laundrey when I noticed that something might be missing. "This feeling creeps the shit outta me..Why do I always feel like this whenever I saw the color red? Did I miss something?" I leaned against the humming washing machine as I tried to think and think, staring into the grey wall deep in confusion before I clicked my tongue, "Jeez. Whatever.." I opened my phone and scroll through the message app. As usual..it's loud because of Sam. Sam fucking Wilson. I switched the chat setting to admins only and finally..no phone vibration.
3rd person PoV
Wanda bandanged her scared fingers before she folds the red leather jacket. After tending her wounds Wanda walked out of her room holding the Russian's jacket against her chest, her heart pumps faster-louder because of her nervousness, clutching the outer as if her life depends on it. "Oh my God, where is this women?!" Wanda whisper to herself. This big and wide building got her walking around for 30 minutes. Poor girl. However when she reached the kitchen, wanting to grab a drink she saw Natasha there. She was NOT ready for this. "This women tolerate chocolate? Really?" She thought to herself before clearing her throat to grab the Russian's attention. "Natasha?.." Wanda called. "Hm?" The redhead hummed, acknowledging Wanda before taking a sip from her mug and look at Wanda. "What is it, Rook?" Natasha questioned. "I got name..anyway, I'm bringing you this." Wanda hands out the leather jacket towards the shorter women, avoiding her gaze as best as she could, Silently praying that this women would just grab the jacket and go. Natasha paused for like 3 seconds before taking the jacket. "Not only you're late for 10 minutes today's training, you're also late for a year. A whole year, Maximoff." Natasha scoffed as she accept the jacket as she observes it. Notiving the new obvious stitch. "You did this?" Natasha asked. "It was a bit torn up so yeah..." Wanda murmured confessing nervously, wanting to just get out of this kitchen and lock herself up. "Keep it." Natasha stated, tossing the jacket to the Sokovian girl, landing-hanging on the rookie's shoulder. "You're kidding me. I spent hours, wasting my times, bleeding just to fix this! Take it!" Wanda insisted, she was frustrated. "No. Consider it as a gift. It already got your..vanilla sweet scent anyway." Natasha explained before she walked towards the door, leaving the room as she finished her hot chocolate. Wanda on the other hand froze. Sweet? Sweet scent? Wtf? "What the..what the hell is your problem?! Sweet scent- huh? You creep how did you even know I use Vanilla- ..." Wanda stood there, noticeable pink tint was fading in her face as she was confused and flustered. At at that very moment she could feel like her heart is being pulled by a very strong string..towards Natasha.
"That women is insane.."