plot: a match made in hell
!TW!: mentions of murder(nothing to graphic)
3rd pov:
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"I thought you guys would be fighting." Wanda answers truthfully. "Fighting?" You ask with a furrowed eye brow raise. "Why would we be fighting?" Nat questions. "Well, you're both anti-social misfits filled with anger and rage." Wanda says. "Wait, is that why I haven't been on any missions since she joined the team?" Nat asks, already knowing the answer was yes. "And why you nevere wanted me to meet her?" You cut in. "Well... yeah." "What'd you think would happen?" "Murder?" Wanda says but it comes out as more of a question.
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