The training room had never felt so intense.
Natasha moved like a storm, precise and lethal, every strike and counter calculated to perfection. I tried to summon my crimson magic, tried to bend probability, tried to control reality—but it wasn't enough. She was too fast, too practiced, too perfect.
And yet… I didn't mind.
I realized something about myself in those moments. I liked being challenged. I liked being pushed, dominated, overwhelmed. There was a strange thrill in letting someone stronger, more disciplined, more unflinching take the lead—even just in training. My mind raced with strategies, calculations, but my body… my body was caught in the pure, electrifying sensation of yielding, of submission to someone so commanding.
Natasha was breathtaking. Every movement, every glance, every precise strike drew my attention and held it hostage. Her control, her power, her skill—it was intoxicating. And while I knew my own potential was astronomical, even now, I felt a rare spark of vulnerability under her gaze.
It was maddening and exhilarating.
I thought about the future. The Scarlet Witch wasn't just powerful; she was destined for greatness. One day, I could surpass everyone, everything in this universe, maybe even reach the multiverse itself. If I played my cards right, nothing—not governments, not gods, not cosmic entities—could stop me.
And yet… I didn't want to dominate Natasha. Not yet. I wanted her to lead, to show me her strength, to draw me in. She was a test, yes, but a pleasure as well. My submissive streak wasn't weakness. It was anticipation. It was understanding what it meant to truly desire someone capable of matching me in a different way—someone fearless, experienced, untouchable.
I allowed myself to imagine it: the future, power beyond imagining, the multiverse bending to my will—and Natasha at my side, unyielding and brilliant, a force to challenge me even as I became stronger.
For the first time in a long while, I felt completely alive. Power, desire, intellect, attraction—all intertwining. Natasha had dominated me in combat, yes, but in doing so, she had also captured my attention, my fascination, my want. And when the time came, when I reached my full potential… I could choose whether to lead, to follow, or to share the throne of power with her.
But for now… I let her win.
And I loved every second of it.