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A motorcycle parked near the side of an abandoned factory in Brooklyn. The rider stepped off the bike and took off their helmet, revealing it to be Natasha Romanoff, aka the Black Widow. She was wearing a black leather riding jacket over her standard black catsuit.

Putting her motorcycle in park, she texted her (really really) good friend Wanda Maximoff, aka the Scarlet Witch. ”I’m here. Are you sure this is the place?”
Yep Wanda immediately texted back. ”According to SHIELD intel, this is where a batch of Extremis is being whipped up. You need to bring in the chemists making it for interrogation.”
“Can do.” Natasha responded, putting her phone away and drawing her pistol.

Stepping inside the factory’s entrance, Natasha didn’t see anyone at first. Only the aged interior of an abandoned building with a termite problem.

Natasha suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps coming from the factory’s workroom. Creeping inside the room, Natasha still didn’t see anyone. The only thing that she could see were lines of work stations with tools (hammers, screwdrivers, saws, nails) on top of them as well as the catwalks attached to the roof.

”What type of factory was this?” Natasha texted.
”Some type of woodwork place, I think.”
“My question is why these guys chose this place. Why not an abandoned lab or some place where chemical-mixing materials were already there?”
“Maybe it’s to lure you into a trap.”

Natasha was about to text Wanda back, asking what she meant. But suddenly, something happened: all of the tools on the work benches started to float up in the air. Even weirder was that all of the objects now had a glowing red outline around them.

Someone above her cleared their throat. Looking up, Natasha saw a female figure in blue jeans and a red sweatshirt with the hood covering their head.

“Remove all your weapons, Black Widow,” the hooded figure ordered. “Otherwise, you’ll meet your end right here by the hand of these tools of destruction! MUAHAHAHAHA!”

Natasha bit her lip to hide the smile that broke out on her face (despite the other person’s effort to disguise their voice, their European accent was still noticeable). She knew that the person would never hurt her, but she still figured that it’d be a wise decision to listen to the person aiming hammers and saws at her. Thus, the spy placed her Widow Bite gauntlets and her pistol on one of the benches.

“And the knife in your left boot too, Widow.”

Rolling her eyes, Natasha took her hidden knife and placed it on top of the pistol. When she did, a wooden chair floated in front of Natasha. “Take a seat,” the person ordered.

When the redhead sat down, a pair of handcuffs and the cuffs’ key floated down into her hands. “Secure these around your wrists behind your back. Do it now!”
“You’re making me do this myself? Get down here and do it yourself, coward!” Natasha responded defiantly.
“I know you enough, Widow. If given the smallest opportunity, you’ll free yourself and I’ll be wearing the cuffs. Not gonna happen, filthy spy!”

When the tools floated closer to the spy, Natasha reluctantly placed her wrists behind the chair’s back, snapped the cuffs behind her back, and locked them in place with the key. Once the sound of clicking metal was heard, the key was snatched away from the spy’s fingers and flew out of her reach.

Immediately after, a roll of silver duct tape floated past Natasha. The tape descended on her hands and wrapped itself around her fingers, turning her dangerous hands into useless balls of tape. Finally, a long chain flew by and wrapped itself from her ankles to her knees, tying both legs together.

Satisfied that her captive was sufficiently secured, the hooded figure slowly lowered the objects back to their original position and climbed down off the catwalk and down to the floor. They walked right up, sat down on Natasha’s lap, got in her face, and pulled the hood off, revealing herself to be Wanda.

“You lied to me,” Natasha said with a smile. “Why did you bring me here?”
‘What? I can’t play with my little pauk?”

The spy blushed, loving Wanda’s borrowing of her native language. “If you wanted some playtime, you would’ve dragged me into your bedroom and locked the door. This is something more, isn’t it?”

Wanda took a piece of Natasha’s red hair and twirled it around her finger. “Remember where we first confessed our feelings to each other?”
“In one of Arcade’s Murderworlds,” the spy immediately answered. “That one was a circus-themed one. We cut through so many clown robots to get to that loon.
“And it felt so good watching you give that man a concussion,” Wanda gushed. “Anyways, I wanted to make this next moment, like that one...more memorable.”

Natasha chuckled. “Tupaya ved'ma, any moment with you is memorable, no matter where it is. At a dirty abandoned factory, at a building littered with death traps, at the kitchen table while listening to Steve and Tony bicker like children. You name the place, and I’d remember what you said, down to the letter.”

Wanda’s eyes welled up with tears. “Now I feel like a dumbass for spending all that time looking for abandoned buildings to tie you up in.”
‘I can tell you all about the abandoned buildings I know of later,” Natasha told her, leaning up to kiss the witch’s nose. “Now that you’ve tied me up, what is it you have to say?”

Wanda swiftly composed herself before she continued. “Listen, we’ve been dating for-”
“Seven months, two days, and three hours,” the spy immediately cut her off.
“You knew that stat?”
“I have an app on my phone that keeps count for me. Continue, please.”
“Right. Now, we’ve been spending a lot of time together, and I wouldn’t trade that time for all the time in the world.”
“What’s wrong, Wanda?” Natasha asked with concern in her voice.

The witch took a deep breath. “I want to define the terms of our relationship right here and right now. Natasha, are we girlfriend and...girlfriend?”

Natasha just had to laugh. “This is what you tricked me into coming here for? To ask me that?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Well, I just would’ve preferred you take me out to a nice restaurant and ask me that question. Besides, if we played our cards right, we might’ve been able to get the waiters to give us a free dessert.”
“I told you, I wanted to make this moment really memorable-”
“And I told you, Wanda. Even if you took me to a Burger King and asked me that as we chowed down on Whoppers, I would’ve remembered that moment until the day I died.”

The witch shook her head, feeling like the world’s dumbest Avenger. “Natasha, I’m so sorry. Forgive me?”
“As long as you promise to tie me to a chair with padding next time, then I forgive you. Now, ask me.”
“Ask you what?”
“Ask me to be your girlfriend.”

Wanda’s eyes widened. “Really? You’ll be my girlfriend?”
“Maybe. You won’t know until you ask.”

“Ok!” Wanda perkily exclaimed. “Natasha Romanoff, will you be my girlfriend?”
“No.”
“Wh-‘no’?! What do you mean ‘no’?!”
“Since you decided to make asking me so complicated, I’m making you getting my answer complicated. So now it’s up to you to get me to say yes.”

Wanda pondered for a minute before her eyes wandered to one of the piles of sawdust tucked in the corners of the room. Flashing a devilish smile, she levitated a small pile of the flakes onto the bridge of her maybe future girlfriend’s nose as well as on the sides of the nose. Using her magic, she held Natasha’s entire body in place, preventing her from shaking the sawdust off.

“Seriously? You’re using the ‘itchy nose’ tactic on me?”
“I wouldn’t dare do anything to seriously torture the body of my soon-to-be-girlfriend. After all, what if I want to use your body later?”
“How presumptive of you to assume I’d let you use my body after you trapped me in a factory and put sawdust on my face.”
“Whatever. The dust is staying on your face until you agree to be my girlfriend, so…”
“Pfft, do you know what I went through in the Red Room? I’ve had poison ivy placed on my face and I wasn't allowed to scratch at the ensuing rash. So a little dust is nothing, Wanda. Try harder.”

“Very well, Nat,” Wanda responded as small red waves shot out from her fingertips. The waves caused the dust that had settled on the spy’s nose to start vibrating, greatly increasing the irritating feeling on her nose. Finally, Natasha started to take in tiny gulps of air; a sneeze was evidently coming. But before the sneeze could come out, Wanda let out a tiny red beam aimed at Natasha’s nose, trapping the sneeze inside.

“You’re not even letting me sneeze now?!” Natasha exclaimed.
“Hah! Bet they never taught you how to resist that feeling of not being able to sneeze even though you feel one coming on, right?”
“I...guess you’re right. Very clever, ty umnaya ved'ma.”
“So, will I be getting a yes, Natasha?”
“Get this sawdust off my nose and let me sneeze. Then we’ll see.”

Nodding, Wanda broke her concentration, allowing Natasha to let out a giant sneeze while the witch cleared away every speck of sawdust on the spy’s nose.

As soon as the redhead recovered from the sneeze, she looked Wanda right in the eyes lovingly and said, “Da, Vanda Maksimoff. Dlya menya budet chest'yu byt' tvoyey devushkoy.”
“I...heard a ‘da’. That means yes, right?”

To answer Wanda’s question, Natasha lunged forward and locked her lips with her new girlfriend. Moaning in joy, the witch grabbed the back of Natasha’s skull and pushed her lips even closer to her own.

When they broke for an oxygen break, Natasha gasped out, “I want my arms around your waist. Get these handcuffs, chains, and tape off of me.”

Nodding, Wanda levitated the handcuffs keys over to the cuffs’ keyhole, unlocking them. With her hands in front of her, Natasha used her teeth to bite off her tape mittens. Meanwhile, Wanda focused her powers on undoing the chains that held her girlfriend’s legs together.

As soon as she was free, Natasha gently tackled Wanda to the floor. Grabbing the handcuffs, the spy forced Wanda’s hands behind her back and locked the cuffs on. She then straddled her girlfriend’s hips, keeping her pinned down.

“Seriously?!” Wanda giggled.
“What? Now that we’re officially in a relationship, I wanted to demonstrate which one of us is in charge.”
“Are you sure it’s the girl with no superpowers and not the one with the power to make cars levitate with her mind?”
“Yes, I’m quite sure. Now, I heard something about ‘playing with your body’?”

Wanda looked around. “Are you sure you want to wait until we get to a place with a mattress or at least a blanket?”
“First off, I can’t wait. Second, I seem to remember that YOU were the one who tricked me here. So now, you have to lie in the bed you made, ved’ma...or lack of bed, in this case.”

Wanda sat up as much as she could and kissed Natasha on her chin. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Your lips taste like sawdust.”
“Whose fault is that?”
‘Yours for not saying yes in the first place.”
“You’re a jerk.”
“But I’m your jerk.”
“Damn right.”