The training room was empty, quiet except for the soft hum of equipment and the faint echo of my own footsteps. Perfect for testing my powers—or so I thought.
Natasha Romanoff stepped in without warning. Her presence was like gravity, drawing every thought, every pulse in the room toward her. She moved with effortless precision, the kind of fluid grace that only came from a lifetime of training, danger, and discipline.
I raised a hand, summoning crimson energy, confident in my newfound control. "Wanna spar?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Her smile was small, sharp. "Be careful what you ask for."
The moment she moved, I realized what I was up against. Fast, precise, calculated. Her strikes weren't just attacks—they were lessons. She analyzed me in seconds, exploited weaknesses I didn't even know I had. Before I could fully react, I was disarmed, sprawled on the floor, crimson energy sputtering and fading.
I blinked, stunned. Defeated. And… exhilarated.
Natasha extended a hand to help me up. Her fingers brushed mine, and I felt a jolt—not magic, not science, but something primal. Desire. Fascination. Awe.
"Wow," I whispered, voice trembling slightly. "You're… incredible."
She chuckled softly, brushing ginger hair from her face. "You're not so bad yourself," she said, eyes scanning me with that same sharp, assessing gaze I'd read about a hundred times in fanfiction—but now it was real. She was real.
And I fell. Hard.
Her body, her movement, her confidence—it was intoxicating. Her curves, the strength in her arms, the way her posture radiated power and control. She was breathtakingly gorgeous, and every instinct I had wanted her. Not just a crush or fantasy from another life. I wanted her. All of her.
I staggered to my feet, cheeks flushed, mind racing. My genius, my power, my lifetime of planning—it all pointed to one conclusion. Natasha Romanoff wasn't just a goal. She was a necessity. She challenged me, outmatched me, captivated me. And somehow, I was utterly powerless against it.
For the first time in this life, in this body, I understood what it meant to truly want someone.
I straightened, trying to mask my racing heart. "I guess I've got a lot to learn," I admitted, letting my voice carry a teasing edge.
She smirked, those piercing eyes holding mine. "Don't worry. I'll teach you."
And just like that, everything changed. The Scarlet Witch wasn't just powerful. She was hooked.