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Pairing: WandaNat x GN!ReaderWarnings: Slight Angst, Fluff, Injuries, Sparing Session, A Small Argument.Words: 4.6kRequest: YesSummary: One of your girlfriends gets injured on a mission, but she tries to hide it. You figure out the truth, causing your other girlfriend to get mad at you for not telling her.

Your eyes squinted over the cup, the warm liquid flew down your throat as you followed the redhead's every move.

Ever since she had come back from her mission, she'd been acting weirdly. Nothing too unusual, nothing that would raise an alarm in your head too much.

But something was off.

And you would find out sooner or later.

"Oh!" A loud gasp from your left did not disturb your focus on the woman as she jumped before smiling warmly. "Natty! You're back."

Wanda's arms quickly circled the shorter redhead, going over her shoulders and around her neck. "Wan—da!" The Russian almost yelled out the second syllable of the name when the brunette hugged her tighter.

The discomfort could not be more visible on her face even when she tried to hide it. "How did it go? Is everything good?" Maximoff questioned after pulling away, her hands placed on the redhead's shoulders.

You waited with high anticipation for what she would answer with since she had dismissed this question earlier today from you.

Her eyes anxiously found yours as she fiddled with her fingers and you could only raise a challenging eyebrow in response.

"Everything's great! We got the file and I have the rest of the day off." She explained, her expression relaxing upon seeing the warm look in Wanda's eyes.

"You'll need that for sure." Your mumble muffled more when you raised the cup and took a sip of your coffee.

The intention was only for Natasha to hear, but when you felt a hot gaze running around your face, you knew your lovely Sokovian did not miss the words.

"What was that, baby?" Everyone knew you dealt the cards in this relationship, but there was something about her head tilt that even your pants would twist in fear.

"That I love you both very much." A wide, thin smile spread on your lips as you sent her a kiss.

Fortunately, for you—and your survival—she accepted the reply, but not without giving you a warning look.

"Alright, I want to see you both in the training room in 10 minutes." Her fingers pointed at the redhead before going to you. "I need to change first."

Your lower parts got tingly when her tone quickly changed, sultry voice almost whispering to Natasha before her seductive eyes found yours.

A smirk spread on her face after she bit her bottom lip, leaving you speechless.

Not the first time and not the last one for sure.

The redhead was in a trance as she stared at the side of her girlfriend's face with a gaping mouth.

"Don't make me wait." She added before disappearing, you and Natasha nodding dumbly in agreement.

Making her wait was one of your least favorite things in this world.

You almost forgot about your redhead but the clearing of her throat gained your attention once more.

"You don't seem too excited about it." Quipping, you took a sip. "A rough day?" Your eyebrows raised innocently.

She knew exactly what you were doing.

Her eyes squinted at you slightly like she was trying to determine what your intentions really were.

"No, not at all!" She dismissed your words, her arms swinging back and forth in a stretch. "Just uh—small hiccup at work, but nothing I can't handle." Her head tilted as she took a step toward you, the look in her eyes shifting, matching the one Wanda had not long ago. "I'm sure you would agree."

Her finger trailed from your chest and down to your stomach as she poked out her tongue in a smirk.

Smiling back at her, you turned on the bar stool, giving her more access to you—her face getting closer to yours.

"Without a doubt, my love." Your hands pulled on her jean loops before grabbing her waist. "We should talk about that hiccup." Your thumbs were brushing her sides over the shirt as her face turned into a grimace, her lips pressing together.

Her flirting stopped, a blank expression took over her features as she stared at you annoyed. "I told you I'm fine." Your arms fell when she stepped away from you with an eye roll.

She tried to act tough when her arms crossed, a grit to her teeth did very little when your eyebrow raised at her with an unconvinced look.

"And I'm a fairy." Your remark was met with a harsh glare—one that could make you backtrack in any other circumstances.

But not this time.

"Wanda's probably waiting, you shouldn't make her wait." Her sassy reply made your mouth fall open as she took long, slow steps toward the elevators.

She was always good at redirecting the conversation. It came with the job.

And you were always good at keeping on track. It came with the job too.

"I'm sure she will be happy to know something happened on the mission."

Her head turned to you with a smile of a winner as she ran her tongue over her upper teeth.

"I dare you to tell her, baby." She kissed her hand and blew you a kiss with a wink before turning around again.

The feeling of fear shot through your body at the possible things she could do to you if you said anything.

Not that you knew much. But you knew she was not telling you something.

"You can't hide it forever, Nat!" You told her while she kept walking, flipping you off over her shoulder.

She was not reckless. Her butt would be sitting now in the medbay if the damage were bad.

It had taken you a while to get to this point, her stubborn nature and pride would not have let her seek help when she had needed it. Now, however, she knew better than that.

At least, you hoped so.

With how confident she seemed today, you assumed it shouldn't be anything bad. But it was hard to stop thinking about it and feeling like there was more to it.

Shaking your head, you stood up and started heading to the gym.

——

"I'm going to take the punching bag for a bit."

Your eyes followed after her, her hands going over each other to wrap themselves with the tape.

It had to be more than just a scratch if she was not putting bets down on the hand-to-hand combat.

She had always been first to jump into the competition.

Even your favorite brunette looked at the other woman in puzzlement before scrunching her eyebrows at you.

"Does she not feel well?"

Your hands suddenly felt heavier on your hips, eyes widening slightly before you caught yourself.

Should you not tell her since Natasha was your girlfriend?

You had no idea what was wrong, to be fair. The only thing you had were your suspicion and assumptions.

But even for these you did not have much evidence—besides the redhead's strange behavior.

Or would it be good to share it with Wanda since she was your girlfriend as well?

You swallowed slightly. Natasha would kill you if you tried to get her in trouble—especially, if there's nothing going on.

You felt like in a trap, a loop with many options, but each of them would end with you losing.

"Uh—" Clearing your throat, you moved on your feet, slightly jumping as if warming up. "She told me she was fine."

She did tell you that.

That was very true.

You could not get in trouble for speaking facts.

True facts.

One of the brunette's eyebrows raised before her eyes wandered to the other woman.

The air thickened as the seconds went by. The longer she had stared in question, the more sweat you were producing—and you hadn't even started your sparing session.

You did not want to get in trouble with either of them.

The thought of getting in it with both of them terrified you even more.

"Maybe she had enough of hugs for today." Wanda joked about the mission where, undoubtedly, the redhead had had to kick a few asses.

You did not dare to question anything when she got into a fighting stance, her fingers going through her hair before making a ponytail.

Green eyes moved up and connected with yours as a sneaky smile spread on her face.

"Ready?"

You knew that look. It never brought anything good—not for you.

"As long as you play fair." The glint in her eyes made goosebumps run on your skin.

She could do so much to you by doing so little. Her tongue poked out to go over her upper teeth.

"I thought you liked it when I played dirty." Red tendrils swirled around her fingertips.

It was a second later when you felt tingling in your lower area, it quickly changed to a stinging sensation on your back like somebody was scratching it.

"That—" You could barely speak when her torture intensified. "—is cheating."

Her laughter erupted in the training room and you breathed out in relief when her magic let go of you.

She could be a handful sometimes. Very different from how she'd been when you had first met her.

The shy, innocent girl was gone.

Mostly at least.

"Are you ready for something at your level then?" Your mouth hung open when her words hit you like a thousand bricks.

The sassiness was not very surprising, but you simply did not expect her to fry you like a potato.

Blinking slowly, you clicked your tongue before getting ready. "Give me what you got."

"Oh, I will, honey." She sent you a wink with a look that you would be dreaming of for hours if it were not for her fist flying at your face.

Placing your arm inwards from hers, you blocked it while it pushing away. She attacked faster, using both alternatively but not getting a hit at you.

Finally, you caught her fist, twisting it slightly but not enough to hurt her.

"You have to show more than just your speed, honey." Her lips scrunched in anger at your mocking and she pulled her arm to her chest before head-butting you strongly.

Clearly, she did not care about hurting you today.

"Is that—" She groaned, her face grimacing in pain as she tried to compose herself. "—better?"

No.

It was not better for you.

It was much more painful.

But you only shrugged before she gritted her teeth and swung her leg at you. She kicked your knee, but you did not react much, taking a step forward and throwing a punch that she dodged.

She did not see another one coming, however, causing you to hit her side. Her body twisted in pain and let you grab her arm before turning around and throwing her over your shoulder.

Her back slammed against the mat, her face between your feet contorted from the impact as you looked down at her with an open-mouthed smile.

"That's better." Her lips spread into an insincere grin before irritation painted her face.

Her legs were around your neck before you knew it and you were down with her as she pulled you to the ground and flipped herself to be behind you.

It was safe to say, you were shocked.

And a cocky smile instantly appeared on her face as she used her hands to keep yours hostage.

"I agree." She huffed out.

You would laugh if it was possible for air to reach your lungs. Suffocation was one of the main ways in which you did not wish to die.

Which also made you that much more determined to get out of this position.

Using your strength, you pulled on the arm that was looser and caused her upper body to tilt more toward you.

She was forced to let go of your other arm and you quickly rolled, grabbing her head and pulling it closer to you.

The arch in her back was too much, causing her to let go of your neck as her body fell to the floor.

You quickly hooked your arm over hers and caused her to turn on her stomach as you held it twisted on her back. Her other arm joined soon after as you used your legs to lock hers in place.

You finally had her.

She wiggled in the spot but every one of her limbs was trapped.

"Do you give up?" The taunting made her groan in anger, but even that did not help with escaping.

She finally lay flat, gently tapping out.

"I hate you." Her mumble sounded grumpy and almost real when a hard glare was thrown your way.

Grabbing her hand, you helped her up with a smile.

"You need to work on your weak points and you will hate me less."

The sassiness was not appreciated and her eyes instantly rolled at the comment.

She mocked you silently as she dusted off her gymwear. The whole point of these sessions was to make her combat skills better, you were one of the best, but she still did not like the comments.

"I know that."

"Then you need to also fix it."

She threw you a glare at the quick response. You knew she was unhappy with herself, she did not like making mistakes—especially, basic ones.

"Nat!" She called out after a few seconds of silence, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. "It's time for two versus one."

The brunette completely missed the horrified look on Natasha's face. She was too busy sending you a smirk and dangerous looks to notice how the other woman took longer than normal to compose herself.

"Um—" The redhead stammered, her hand lying on the punching bag as she leaned on it a little. "I really think I should stick to this today." She pointed to where she stood, a nervous smile playing on her face.

You were not sure what to do. It was clear as day Natasha did not fancy the idea of sparing. But Wanda was not giving up while throwing you glares.

"Y/n is annoying and I need you to help me kick their ass." Wanda said in a pleading voice this time, her arms raising and falling at her sides as she connected her eyes with Natasha's.

The other woman glanced at you anxiously, her mouth opened to say something but nothing came out.

"Maybe," You started, seeing how the redhead's face was screaming at you for help. "She can stick to punching, she had a long day today—"

"Come on!" The brunette almost begged both of you. "Just one round, please." She looked at Natasha with doe eyes, her hands clasped together.

She really wanted to kick your ass. She needed to win against you. You were not sure if it was because of how fast she landed on the mat today or if there was something else.

"Okay, just one." The redhead gave in. Reluctance was swirling all over her face and you were sure she already regretted it.

Your eyes skimmed over her body with concern when she came up to you. She moved cautiously and slowly like her body could fall apart at any second.

But if she were willing to take part in a sparing session with you, she had to feel well enough for it.

Wanda was already ready, waiting for the green light to deal with you. You swallowed thickly upon seeing her serious face before looking at Natasha.

She popped her knuckles and continued with her neck right after. Both women fixated their gazes on you before charging at the same time.

You quickly slid to the side and towards Wanda, she instantly used her left arm to attack with her elbow while turning around.

You squatted, avoiding the blow before grabbing both her forearms and crossing them while turning her back around.

Delivering a gentle kick to her backside, she was pushed far enough for you to dodge Natasha's incoming fist. You twisted it to the side, but the redhead swiftly jumped on your thigh before rising her right leg and kicking you hard in the chest.

The impact got you closer to Wanda who missed the first hit but managed to successfully connect her fist with the side of your stomach.

It hurt, but there was no time for feeling pain when you saw her leg coming at you again. You quickly grabbed it and harshly threw it before getting low on your legs, turning full circle, and sweeping her off her feet.

She collided with the mat as you got up just in time to block Natasha's attack.

It felt like they were not even considering to give you a break. If you did not know better, you'd think it was personal.

Her fists were flying at you from different angles as you defended yourself before she delivered a kick to your thigh. You grabbed her other leg when she tried to do it again.

She did not waste time and used your hands as a pillar to jump up and kick you in the side of your head as she did a 360-degree spin.

You immediately let go of her leg just for her to charge at you again.

Maybe it was personal.

Wanda was at your side a second later as they both were alternating in throwing blows at you, making it harder and harder within seconds to stay up.

There was not even time to speak as they seemed determined to make you give up.

The Sokovian's poor footing saved you when she took a step that was way too big and you managed to deliver a punch that blew her away.

It left only Natasha.

Just one more.

She was not giving you any room to counter her and go into attack. You had to stay in defense.

But the more she was swinging, the more energy she was losing and you could see the exhaustion slowly washing over her.

It was not long until one of her punches slipped and gave you an opening to get the upper hand.

Blocking the hit and pushing her arm to the side, you expected her other one to come at you.

She turned around with an incoming fist, but you grabbed it and took a step forward before slightly twisting her wrist and pushing back.

Her footing fell off and she took one too many steps back, tripping over the elevated flooring and hitting the low railing with her side.

"Ah!" Her scream made Wanda look up from where she was sitting on the floor with a horrified face.

"Oh, shit! Are you okay?!" You quickly moved closer as the brunette ran up and bent down next to the redhead.

"I'm fine." The redhead's face was scrunched up as she held her side, Wanda's eyes jumping all over the Russian's body.

"What happened?!" The concern was shining through her voice as she tried to understand the situation.

"I don't know, I pushed her and she hit the railing—"

A loud gasp cut you off when Wanda lifted Natasha's shirt.

A huge, almost black bruise was covering her entire side. There were million thoughts running through your head as your stared in shock.

The brunette could not even utter a word from the unexpected discovery. Her face said more than she needed to though. The concern and anger were most visible as she tried to gently touch the bruise.

"I knew it! I knew something was off." You said loudly, your hand gripping your hair tightly as you wet your lips.

The feeling of guilt was running through you at the thought of not figuring it out sooner and making her injury worse now.

"You knew?!"

Now, you were fucked.

Wanda's furious eyes snapped to you, fire swirling in them as she looked like she could kill you within seconds.

"I—"

"That's so great of you to let me know when I asked and get her help!" Her entire face was tense, jaw popping in one place as her lips formed a thin line from pressing against each other so much.

"She said—"

"I don't care, Y/n!" Her tone left no more room for talking as she inspected the redhead's big bruise. "We need to get you to Doctor Cho."

"No, I'm—"

"If you say you're fine one more time, you will have bigger problems than this bruise." The redhead felt silent at Wanda's words, she was not joking around and clearly in a mix of emotions.

Not the best time to mess with her.

You, on the other hand, felt the disappointment making itself more known in your chest as you regretted not saying anything earlier.

Seeing Natasha in so much pain made you feel like you failed as her partner.

And seeing Wanda in so much anger gave you the same feeling.

But this was not about you. Shaking your head, you bent down and carefully picked up the smaller woman. Her exhausted eyes looked at you with a pained smile as she pushed her face into your neck.

"Let's go." Wanda said sternly, throwing you a harsh glare. "We need to take her where she should have been taken hours ago."

Without another word, she picked up a water bottle and went to the door to hold it open for you.

You could only hope she would let you live past today.

——

Your finger looked like a mess as you kept nibbling and chewing on the tip of it. The nerves were getting the best of you, making your leg jump up and down as you waited on the chair in front of the medbay.

Doctor Cho had needed peace and space, letting only one of you to stay with Natasha and, well, you'd let Wanda take the spot.

You knew she wanted to stay with the redhead and that she already was mighty mad at you.

It would not have been the best idea to argue over it, possibly making the situation worse. So, you had given the redhead a kiss on the head and had walked out.

The Sokovian hadn't even looked you in the eye ever since you'd left the gym. You felt like shit. Waiting alone gave you more time than enough to think about everything.

As much as you loved the redhead, you should've shared your concerns with Wanda. You knew she would've done that if the roles were reversed.

The anxiety of making either of them mad had clouded your judgment to the point you'd wanted to please both of them in a way that had been impossible.

Now, you had an injured girlfriend with a fever and a mad girlfriend with zero tolerance for you for the rest of the day.

Or maybe the rest of the week.

You could only hope she would forgive you.

Your eyes snapped up when the doors to the medbay slid open, Wanda's face came into view a second later.

She was playing with her rings while looking down, biting on the inside of her lip. She was nervous, she always would do that when her anxiety would spike.

It made your body fill with worry as you sat up straighter. What could have possibly happened to make her like that?

"She's okay, no need to worry." She calmed you down upon seeing your horrified face, taking a seat next to you.

It felt like weight was lifted off your chest, causing you to let out a breath. "I'll always worry about you two." Your fingers ran through your hair before tangling in it.

"You have a funny way of showing it." Her words felt like a million needles poking your throat, making you inhale sharply. "I—" Her eyes fell down to her hands as she fiddled with them. "I'm sorry, I just—"

"You're mad, I know." You stared ahead with blank eyes as none of you said another word, letting the silence overtake.

The mistake you had made today would probably haunt you for a while. It was enough on its own. It sucked hearing your girlfriend speak like that, but a part of you believed you deserved it.

All it could have taken to avoid this had been a conversation with Wanda. You wished you could've gone back in time and be honest with her instead of trying to stay on Natasha's good side.

"I'm not mad at you—"

"There's no reason to lie now—"

"I'm not." Her stern but gentle tone made you stop as she turned her body to you. Her eyes slowly lowered as she swallowed. "I was mad at you, yes." Your tongue poked out to wet your lips. "It was in the heat of the moment, I thought you knew about the wound and just chose to keep it away from me."

Her voice became smaller as she spoke, hurt cut through it while she kept glancing at you.

She did not give you a chance to explain earlier, so you guessed it was time for it now.

"I realized what you said when I was in the medbay." Her hand went over yours, the thumb moving slowly as it brushed your knuckles. "I'm sorry for how I acted."

"I'm sorry for not telling you something was wrong." You slowly moved your head to face Wanda.

A warm smile quickly spread on her face as she put her other palm on your cheek. "I love you." You mumbled the same back when she pressed her lips to yours in a short kiss. "Let's go check on our troublemaker."

Her whisper made you chuckle and you almost melted at the sight of her nose scrunching.

But you did not wait any longer, quickly getting up and heading inside the medbay, going through the hallway and finding Natasha's bed.

"Hi." Her voice was small as she lay in the bed.

She looked pretty lively for someone on a bunch of medication. But you noticed mostly how she was anxiously looking all over your face.

"Do you feel better?" You asked concerned, taking a seat by her and grabbing her hand.

Wanda decided to stand at the foot of the bed, sending both of you a content smile.

"Yeah." The redhead let out breathily, moving a bit to get comfortable. "Just a scratch."

Her joke caused you to huff out a laugh, but Wanda gently slapped her leg with a warning look.

"You should've come here right after the mission."

You could not help the snort that left you upon seeing Natasha's surprised face. She probably thought she was off the leash.

The doghouse only started for her.

"You can't be mad at me!"

"Sure I can." Wanda crossed her arms, nodding her head with raised eyebrows as if she was challenging the other woman.

"I am injured!" Natasha gestured to her body, hoping that the brunette would take pity on her and let it all go.

But it was Wanda. It was not always that easy.

"Oh, now you know it?"

Your laugh stopped as quickly as it started when both women glared at you, causing you to quickly clear your throat and stay quiet.

"Don't worry, we still love you." You nodded in agreement, kissing Natasha's hand as Wanda came up to her and leaned down to place a kiss on her head. "But pull something like that again and you'll see."

The seriousness in the Sokovian's eyes made you terrified even though she was staring straight at Natasha who quickly nodded with a smile.

"I guess you both will have to do a full body check after my missions." Her bold words stunned both of you as she lay back down with a fat smirk on her face.

Wanda and you exchanged looks, having the same thought in your minds. Slowly turning your gazes to the redhead, you both leaned in closer before speaking lowly.

"Guess we will."