Natasha saw the witch preparing to kick her and ducked to avoid the blow. She knew Wanda would wait for her to get back on her feet before making the next move, so she twisted her torso and used her legs to make her trip. Wanda readied another blow, but she had already lost balance and missed. Seconds after the black widow had her pinned.

"Woah, easy there, Tasha. I thouhgt this was training".

Natasha grabbed Wanda's hand and helped her to her feet and off the mat. "Falcon. You wanna join us?" A crooked smile.

Sam laughed awkwardly. "Not really, I've just finished with Barton and that is more than enough, thank you. Oh, and by the way, he said he was going to get coffee and would then come for you."

"Thank you. I'll be ready in 5 minutes, just let me finish here with Wanda".

"Oookay", Falcon said, already halfway through the door. "I'll leave you girls to it."

The girl raised an eyebrow and looked at her S.O. "I thought we were done for today."

"Not yet. For now we have focused on fighting only - physically. I want to know - "

"If I can fight and use my power at the same time?" Her smile had faded, seeing what the widow was asking her.

"Yes. And no, since once you attack someone mentally they're no longer able to move. It may come in handy with multiple opponents though. I want to know wheter your power can be trained as well as your body."

"Is that a dare? I don't want to hurt you."

"When you attacked Stark at Hydra's base, it wasn't just his fears. He saw the droids Ultron was creating. I want to see if you can conjure up fears related to the place you are fighting. And I want to learn how to - I don't want your powers to affect me, I need to be strong enough to bear one of your visions." Admitting to that last part wasn't easy, but the girl had probably already scanned her mind to see what she was up to.

"You want to play lab rat?" Wanda's eyes widened.

Natasha looked up. What a way to put it. "Yes".

"Ready?" The witch was looking at her, holding her right hand in front of her.

Natasha nodded.

Wanda tried to think about ways the training room could be turned into a nightmare. An eathquake, maybe. A flood. She concentrated, unconsciously bending her head to one side, on the idea of water, coming fast and loud through the doors, dripping from the ceiling, the loud noise of the pipes shaking. How it must feel to have your lungs full. Then she opened her black eyes and dove into the widow's mind.

A blast of electricity. Then a grey mist all around. Murmured noises. Hushed voices. Russian. She's lying on a metal table. Cold, so damn cold. Her body feels like lead, her hands seem to be so far away from her body. She tries to move her head. Can't. Her eyes struggle to look around. Someone moves at her left, feet shuffle, a metallic sound and a pinch on the inside of her elbow. She struggles to get free, to punch, kick, scream, run away, kill. Someone slaps her. Pain - doesn't matter. Her vision clears and she can see where she is.

The Red Room. Only it's not red.

It's green.

Author's note: please if you have any suggestion about something you hated/disliked, think can be improved or even if there was something you liked, feel free to unleash your critical spirit and tell me :) Thank you.