Kid!Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: The avengers took Wanda back to new york after the fall of sokovia, she’s completely withdrawn, and without any family left. Natasha was assigned to take care of her, but along the way it become more than just an assignment.
A/n: I suck butt at summarys… Anyways lmk if you want a part 2!
The tower always felt quieter in the evenings, everyone was either in their rooms getting ready to power off their minds, or hanging out in the common area quietly existing in one anothers presence.
But tonight that wasn’t the case.
Sokovia left everyone a little shaken, some more than others. Tony and Clint were still in medbay, Thor had already left back to asgard. Bruce was doing something in his lab, and Steve was in the training room hitting punching bags so hard they fell right off the chains keeping them suspended in the air.
The tower was still humming with the chaos from the day. Nobody entirely ready to face whatever was waiting for them in their sleep.
Natasha was in the kitchen, scooping lukewarm takeout onto a plate while she listened to the news channel talk about something happening on the other side of the united states. There wasn’t anything about Sokovia yet — shockingly. Usually news channels would’ve been all over it the second the event was over.
She sighed when she stepped away from the counter, wiping her hands on a tea towel despite having nothing on them. Then, she filled up a glass with cold water, holding it in one hand and grabbing the plate with the other.
She walked across the room silently, biting the inside of her cheek as she approached the dark hallway that led to the Sokovian girl — Clint said her name was Wanda.
He’d insisted she be brought back with them to New York. Natasha didn’t agree at first — but when she saw the distant look on the girls face, and saw just how young she looked, she couldn’t bring herself to say it wasn’t a good idea.
Now, Natasha stood infront of the door. Hesitating.
She never hesitated. Not when she pulled the trigger on a gun, not when she risked her own life to save another. So why was it happening now? She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and squeezing them tight.
Slowly, she pushed down on the door handle, listening to the springs inside it contract. Her foot nudged the door open, the hinges squealing as the room came into view.
The first thing Natasha did was flick the lightswitch on, her eyes squinting briefly while she adjusted to the bright overhead light. Her eyes searched the room, it was exactly as it’d been hours ago when she showed it to Wanda.
Then, she flicked her gaze to the bed, noticing that the only thing different about it was that the duvet was wrinkled and there was someone laying on it.
Wanda was facing away from the rest of the room, one hand tucked under her head, the other fidgeting with the jewlery around her neck like it alone was keeping her present.
Natasha stepped carefully towards the bed, unsure of how Wanda would take to proximity. She stared at the back of her head before sweeping over her form.
She hasn’t spoken since she got on the quinjet.
Hasn’t left the bedroom since Natasha showed it to her hours ago.
When they brought her into the medbay, she just stared at the floor, legs dangling off the edge of the cot while she fidgeted absently with a bracelet.
Natasha cleared her throat suddenly, causing the young girl infront of her to tense — Just barely, Natasha wouldn’t have noticed if she wasn’t staring right at her.
“You should eat.” She said, pressing her lips together and placing the plate and glass on the nightstand. “It’ll help”
She didn’t wait for a response, or even a hint of acknowledgement before turning away from Wanda — She knew the chances of getting either of those was low — and closing the door quietly behind her.
A breath escaped her once she heard it click, as well as the tension her body had stored while she was in there. Her hand rested on the door handle briefly, her head dropping.
If Wanda truly hadn’t moved from that spot since she arrived, then she probably hasn’t used the bathroom at all, and the last time she did would most likely be before the battle started…
Natasha made a mental note to keep track of it.
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A gentle breeze blew through Natashas hair as she stared down at the city — Still busy despite the late hour. She’d been standing on the balcony for atleast thirty minutes now, her thoughts skipping from one topic to another.
Her hands rested on the guard rail, every so often squeezing it when she was plagued by an uninvited thought.
She was about to zone out again when she heard the sound of the door sliding open behind her. She peeked over her shoulder, smiling gently when her eyes landed on Clint.
“Hey” She said quietly, turning back to the city as he came to stand next to her.
He murmured a greeting back, drumming his fingers on the metal rail. The space fell into a fragile silence, the only sound being the distant sound of cars humming down the road below.
Silence was always easy with Clint. Natasha never felt like she needed to fill it.
But this time it felt different.
It was heavier.
There was so much that needed to be said — by both of them — and she didn’t know where or how to start.
“So,” Natasha said, glancing briefly at her friend.
“So,” Clint echoed, pressing his lips together and nodding like they’d already discussed and concluded everything.
Neither of them said anything for a while, the atmosphere became almost awkward as they stood there — Both of them waiting for the other to speak.
Finally, Clint cleared his throat, looking towards Natasha. “How’s Wanda?”
Natasha shook her head the second she heard the first letter of the girls name. He had so much hope for her — Wouldn’t stop talking about her while he was being assessed in medbay earlier.
“Shes not great, Clint” A pause. She glanced briefly at the man, noticing the permanent crease between his eyebrows was deeper now, more pronounced. “It’s like shes not even here…”
Clint stared at her for a moment. Natasha could see him gripping onto the railing — Just like she’d done earlier. He turned away after that, sighing as he looked out into the city.
“Can’t blame her though, can you?” Clint replied softly. “…She’s hardly even a teenager.”
Natasha cringed at that. It just made Wandas whole situation more unfair. Thirteen years old and she’d already went through things people don’t usually go through until they’re old.
Less than a minute passed before Natasha muttered a goodnight and left Clint outside.
She headed straight to her room, locking the door behind her. When she flicked on the lights she was met with a weeks worth of mess.
Her bed was unmade, her red bedsheets wrinkled and bunched up around the spot that she slept in. There were clothes littered all over the floor and the top of her dresser was cluttered with basically everything she’s ever owned.
She walked further into the room, the carpet sinking beneath her feet. It was quiet — The kind that made it sound like even breathing was too loud. She liked it that way.
It allowed room for all her thoughts to come in clearly. But what she liked most about it was it never made her feel like she was being percieved. It was just her, and her alone.
The bed creaked as she crawled into it. Before laying down she flicked the switch to shut off the lights — She never liked walking to her bed in the dark, so she asked Tony to install a second lightswitch next to her bed.
She pulled her duvet up to her chin before allowing herself to sink into the mattress, taking a deep breath as her sore, tired muscles finally got a break.
Sleep didn’t come easy — It never did — But tonight was harder. Her brain didn’t want to shut off. There was too much to think about.
Eventually, she felt herself beginning to slow down. Felt her body become heavy. Then everything melted away, like icecream on a hot day. Nothing mattered right now. All that mattered was the warmth accumulated around her body, and the plushness of the pillow beneath her head.
She would worry more when she woke up.