Chapter 7 by Rowenar

Which option does Wanda go for?

Beg Natasha

"Please," Wanda whispered, just loud enough for Natasha to hear.

Her whole **** training system was bad enough when she was just around her colleagues, but strangers? Wanda squirmed in her chair.

Now she'd sat down, she wasn't sure she wanted to get up again. At least most of her body was hidden by the table. Just the thought of her teammates seeing her pussy made her redden further.

Meanwhile, Natasha pretended not to hear her. Wanda whimpered.

"I know what this is," Wanda said. "Your lesson, I get it, I've learned it! Just don't make me..."

At that, Natasha did turn. Wanda crossed her arms under Natasha's keen gaze, neglecting to eat for a moment to try and hide her chest.

"It doesn't look like you've learned it," Natasha said.

Wanda stared incredulously. It was easy to pick up on Nat's meaning; if this whole thing was to stop her prioritising her decency in fights, then-

Nat couldn't be serious. No, Wanda's cheeks burned, of course she was. Badass superspy, all of that, it figured.

Unable to look at anyone else but her 'mentor,' Wanda nervously lowered her arms, trembling as she exposed her chest. That was good enough surely? How much did Nat expect from her?!

"Happy?" Wanda said. It sounded like a sob.

Oh god, the Avengers could see her tits. They all knew- She stared at Natasha, refusing to look at anyone else. Maybe she could pretend that they weren't all staring.

"You don't seem comfortable," Natasha said.

"I am!" Wanda squeaked, lying.

"Really?" Natasha said.

"I left my room, didn't I?" Wanda said, face scarlet. "Can- can I have my clothes back?"

"You're happy being naked?" Natasha said.

Why was she dragging this out? Wanda whimpered.

"Y-yes," she said. It took a conscious effort to not cover her chest again.

"Then you won't need them," Natasha said, and happily turned back to her own food.

Wanda stared disbelievingly after her. She had to be kidding!