I didn't sleep.

All night I was up thinking about the green eyed witch. I think about that kiss and how good it felt. I've had my fair share of kisses in life, and not one of them felt nearly as good as that one did. Kissing her felt like I was tasting heaven, like I dipped my toes into the most beautiful paradise and desired to just get completely lost in it.

Kissing her felt like her. All I could feel was her in the moment. From the second our lips touched I felt her, I felt the connection between us, I felt it all.

But how could a connection be this intense after just meeting?

The only explanation is the mind stone. It connected us. Just like how it connected Pietro and I, I felt his death in my veins and it crushed me. I felt Wanda before I even met her. When we first met I remember that I felt safe when she protected me from Tony.

"Miss Stark, Agent Romanoff has requested you in the training room in 10 minutes."

I sigh as I leave the shower, "Really? Now? She couldn't have told me 20 minutes ago?"

"Miss Romanoff also recommends you eat something before training. As do I."

"Thank you Friday."

I throw on some clothes I am guessing Tony had retrieved for me and head to the kitchen. I notice Wanda at the coffee maker and watch as she fills a mug and sips it, sighing as she leans on the counter.

I think she can feel someone here because she jumps and flicks her hand at me, a knife coming at my head until she freezes it just in front of my forehead.

I raise my eyebrows and push it with my fingers away from me.

"Wow. Good morning to you too Maximoff."

She sighs as she drops the knife onto the floor that I bend to pick up.

"Sorry I'm just a little jumpy...didn't get much sleep."

I chuckle and walk over, grabbing her mug and sipping the coffee myself.

"You and me both."

"That was mine," she comments with a raised eyebrow. I shrug and hand it back before grabbing a banana.

"Not the first thing of yours I've had my lips on."

She stands in shock of my boldness while she looks around nervously, then back at me with a playful slap to my arm.

"Keep it down Stark!"

Laughing, I eat the banana and sit at the counter, narrowing my eyes playfully at the green eyed beauty.

"Relax, I won't tell if you don't."

"Good morning! You look like shit," Natasha pats my back and I nearly choke on my banana while Wanda just giggles, sipping more on her coffee. Steve emerges and pours his own mug.

"Morning Y/N, ready for your first training with Nat?"

"Do I have a choice not to?"

His face breaks out into an amused grin as he nods, bidding farewell before Wanda and Natasha get to talking. I focus on looking through the glass where I see Tony and Bruce arguing about something. I don't bother asking right now because Wanda won't know much and Natasha will probably just roll her eyes saying that they're idiots. Which, in all fairness, is true. Outside it's nice, sun is out, grass is perfectly green as hell, everything seems too perfect.

In the past 24 hours I have been captured by my so-called "enemies", discovered that I have a brother, found out I've been living a lie, kissed a beautiful woman, and joined my so-called "enemies'" band of misfits. A lot has happened, and I'm not sure if I have even processed it all. Tony seems all happy-go-lucky that I'm here and remember him. What if he realizes I'm not the same little sister he remembers? I changed, I have superpowers, I was raised in Hydra to be a killing machine, I can snap at any given moment, lose control...they could still come looking for me, they probably are. They'll find me and take me back, torture me more than they already have and do God-knows-what to me-

"Y/N."

I snap out of my daze and notice Wanda staring at me, Natasha just as curious next to her. Great, either I was thinking out loud or I just looked like I was going through a million little files inside of my head.

"The second one, and your thoughts were too loud for me not to listen to." Wanda offers a smug grin while she folds her arms over her chest in pride. Natasha glances from Wanda to me with raised eyebrows. She's smart, and she can tell that something happened between us. But she's also waiting for someone to tell her my thoughts, even though she most likely has an idea.

"I don't remember giving you permission to enter my thoughts again Maximoff."

My guard instantly flies up. I care for Wanda, but I don't care for my thoughts being intruded on, especially not personal ones. She notices my hostility and challenges back, walking closer with narrowed eyes.

"Maybe lower the volume up there and I won't have to."

God she's relentless. I can feel my chest heating up as she pushes more and more.

"Maybe gain some self control and stay out of my goddamn business."

Scoffing, her eyes change to her scarlet color as she snarls at me, "Mind your tone Stark."

"Alright, you two, I think that's enough. Y/N we have training to do so take the anger out in there, okay?"

Natasha places a hand gently on the center of my chest, slowly pushing me backwards to separate Wanda and I. My eyes flicker blue as Wanda huffs angrily, staring me down. She looks at Natasha and then spins on her heels to escape to her room.

"You can thank me you know."

I scoff as we head to the training room to suit up and glance over, "yeah? For what?"

She smiles as she strips to a sports bra, pulling the training uniform over her.

"Saving your ass. She was about to blast you to China. Wanda's not the person you want to piss off."

"Yeah? I'm not that person either Romanoff. Especially not when the person who pisses me off pries their way into my thoughts and anxieties."

I pull my shirt off to replace it with the training uniform but I notice Natasha staring at me. I don't comment on it, figure I'd let her stare. I'm not one to shy away from showing off my body anyways, if she wants to look I won't blame her. We finish suiting up and walk into the training area.

"Wanna talk about those thoughts? Looked pretty deep into it."

Stretching out a little I just shrug and let out a deep sigh before I see Natasha charging me. I grab her arm and flip her onto her back, my knee on her shoulder as I keep her arms pinned.

"Just about the past 24 hours. Everything. Getting captured by you idiots, memories coming back. Now joining you circus clowns."

She chuckles and swipes her leg at my ankle, knocking me off balance enough for her to slide out from under me, grabbing my arm and pulling it behind me as she pulls me to my feet, lips beside my ear as she breathes.

"Makes sense. Found out your life you thought was yours was a lie the whole time. Must suck."

I laugh and elbow her in the gut and wrap my ankles around hers, using momentum to swing her onto the ground, standing above her with my fists at the ready.

"Your sympathy is heartwarming Romanoff."

She swipes at my legs and I grunt as my back slams into the ground when she now stands, foot on top of my chest.

"Really, I get it. Dark past, the torturing, the procedures, the strenuous training. I get it."

I grab her foot and twist her back to the ground, running to gain distance between us.

"Do you now? Please do show me your dark closet of skeletons Agent Romanoff."

She blows hair out of her face when she stands up and charges me but I fly up and dodge her.

"No powers, cheater."

"I'd say more of a loop-hole."

"Loop-holes like using sarcasm as a defense mechanism to avoid facing your real emotions?"

I grunt and throw a punch at her but she blocks me and hits me in the side, then my face. I huff and hit her back but she jumps up and wraps her legs around my head as she sits on my shoulders. Before I can process anything she forces us to the ground while twisting to my front, straddling me as I hit the ground with a loud bang on the mats.

"You're one to talk, trying to act all stoic and cold. I know that front. But deep inside you're just scared. Scared to face your fears and scared to face your past."

She looks as if she wants to knock me out now, I almost get scared she's going to punch me straight in the face twenty times over but instead she smirks as I flip us over, my face now hovering above hers.

"Guess we have more in common than I thought."

She flips us once again, now pinning my hands above my head, knees holding my legs against the mat.

"Earth truly does have the finest women. That was the best sparring I have ever seen. Will there be a round 2 Lady Natasha?" Hammer guy from the other day stands on the outside of the room.

We break our eye contact to see most of the team standing watch at the sight of Natasha on top of me. Tony has a hand clamped over his face with a laugh, Steve nodding with an impressed expression, Clint smirking, Bruce looking away...then I see Wanda. I can just catch a glimpse of her eyes shading over to her signature scarlet. Before I can say anything, she turns and walks away. Vision stands at the glass and cranes his neck to watch Wanda leaving, then back at Natasha and I.

"Nice try Thor, show's over." Natasha pats my shoulder as she stands, reaching a hand out to pull me to my feet. I brush myself off and she sighs, smirking at me proudly.

"Good session Stark, I'm impressed."