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Wanda flushed crimson, staring pleadingly at Natasha. It took everything she had to not cross her arms over her chest again; she was sure that would make any chance of Natasha returning her clothes today vanish.

"P-P- Please just don't make me leave the tower today," Wanda whimpered eventually.

She couldn't go that far, surely?

"You can't waste today but just sitting in your room," Natasha said, more loudly. "What will you learn then?"

"What will I learn from cutting a ribbon or helping Tony show investors around?" Wanda managed to shoot back.

A smile crossed Natasha's face. Please be an impressed smile, not a sadistic one. If there was even a difference when it came to Natasha.

Wanda squirmed in her seat, ass bare against the chair beneath her. Oh god. Maybe she could make some excuse, take a really long breakfast, wait for everyone else to leave first...

"How about some training?" Natasha said.

"Tr-training?" Wanda said. A slight squeal escaped her lips; 'training' was what had started this whole ordeal!

"In the sparring gym," Natasha said. "The two of us."

Wanda hesitated. There were a few gyms in the tower, keeping in shape was important, but the one used for sparring was in the basement. It had to be, particularly when powers were involved; it was much better to hit a wall than it was to go out the window.

Which meant it wasn't particularly frequented either. Wanda swallowed. Ok, she'd have to get there, but it was out of the way, it wasn't outside, it wasn't showing around a buncg of strangers.

It was probably the best option she was going to get.

"S-sure," Wanda said, flushing.

Oh god, why was Nat smiling?

"Let's go then," Natasha said. She stood up.

"N-now?!" Wanda squeaked.

"You've finished your breakfast by the look of it, why waste time?"

Natasha regarded her, a little impatiently. Wanda squeaked, cheeks burning, but-

Damn it, she'd already agreed. she couldn't see any way to back out that wouldn't involve ruining whatever standing she had with Natasha. She stood quickly, flushing as her pussy came into view above the table.

She stumbled as quickly as she could, as though turning around was any better, but by the time she'd made it to the doorway she was well aware that her colleagues had just seen every little bit of her.

Desperately, Wanda tried to keep her arms at her side, hoping that would make Nat happy.

"Come on then," was all Natasha said as they made it to the hallway.

Red-faced, Wanda followed her.