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o6.| YOU DIE, I DIE.

A GROAN LEFT HIS LIPS AS WANDA THREW A PUNCH AT HIM AND HIT HIM SQUARE IN THE JAW. Nathaniel stumbled back, clutching his jaw, and Wanda gave him an apologetic look. The Maximoff girl had her hands over her mouth as she stared at him, saying that she was sorry over and over again. Nathaniel let out a chuckle as she did, before shaking his head at her. He massaged his jaw for a few seconds, before giving her a reassuring smile. 

"Don't worry, you're fine," Nathaniel assured her, but she didn't feel any better. "You wanted me to help you train, which means it's your free ticket to beat me up, practically. You have a great right hook, Wanda." 

Wanda's cheeks began to burn as she stared at him, and she wanted to hide her face. Nathaniel stared at her for a few seconds, before ducking his head for a few seconds, before meeting her gaze again. He held his hands up and motioned for her to attack him. Wanda pressed her lips together as she held up her fists, and she initiated an attack, but Nathaniel caught her fist. Wanda glanced at him as he held her fist, before twisting her arm behind her back and stepping closer to her. 

The girl could feel Nathaniel's breath against her neck and she inhaled deeply. Nathaniel glanced down at her and his eyes stared down at her, before glancing up. He kept her arm pinned behind her before she tapped out. Nathaniel let go of her wrist and she stepped back in front of him. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, before Wanda kicked her leg up and hit Nathaniel's hands out of the way. Nathaniel watched as she did, before knocking him to the ground. 

Wanda placed her foot on his wrist, before kneeling down over him. She stared into his eyes as her arm rested against his throat. The Clairvoyant tapped his other hand on her arm and she straightened up, before offering him her hand. Nathaniel glanced at her hand, before grabbing it. But then he pulled her down onto the mat and hovered over her, holding a baton against her neck. Wanda's breathing was heavy as she stared up at him, her eyes wandering over all of the features on his face. 

Their noses were almost touching as he hovered over her and he inhaled deeply before he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. Nathaniel glanced over his shoulder to meet the eyes of Taryn Nichol. The woman raised an eyebrow at the two of them before she nodded for him to follow her. Nathaniel muttered an excuse to Wanda, before following Taryn, the woman placed her hands on her hips as they walked a few feet away, before turning to face him. 

"Fury assigned me the job of locating the place of your vision," Taryn said as she cut to the chase. Nathaniel nodded his head as he folded his arms over his chest. "And it seems, that we would be making a return to Russia. I ran all of the details that you gave Fury earlier today and ran them through the database, and that was when I found the location." 

"That's good," Nathaniel nodded. "Then we know for sure. We keep Maximoff out of Russia. And we can't let Fawn go either." 

"Why not?" Taryn questioned as she narrowed her eyes at him. The woman analyzed his features for a few seconds before her eyes softened. "Look, I know she's your close friend, but Fawn isn't benched. Fury only benched Pietro because your vision revolves around him dying, not Galloway--" 

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