My Warrior [wanat's daughter] {DISCONTINUED}

❝Part Nine❞

- N A T A S H A P O V -

I was worried about Hope. After Bruce said what she had to do to try and help get rid of her ED she quickly got off the bed, yelled a thanks and walked out if the lab.

I heard her run up to her room and slam her door. Bruce looked at me confused but I was just as confused. "Thank you Bruce. I'll go talk to her see what's wrong." I told him.

He nodded basically saying 'your welcome and ok.' I walked out of the lab up to Hope's room. I knocked on her but didn't get an answer. I tried to open the door myself but it was locked.

'No, no, no, no. Please don't tell me she did what I'm thinking of.' I thought. My mind was all over the place while I kept trying to open the door.

When I couldn't get the door open I ran down to mine and Wanda's room. I opened light door and saw Wanda calmly reading a book on our bed.

She looked up when she heard the door open but when she saw by worried and stressed face she immediately got up from the bed and walked over to me.

"Hey, hey! What's wrong baby." I could here her accent coming out so I knew she was worried. "Hope's door is closed and locked and when I knocked I didn't get an answer. I'm scared she died. If you know what I mean."

Of course she would know what I'm talking about. "Let's go to her room and I'll use my powers to open her door. Ok?" She asked me pulling me into a hug trying to calm my nerves.

I hugged her back holding on to her like she was my life line. I nodded in the crook of her neck before pulling out of the hug walking to the door.

We walked to her room and Wanda used her powers to open her door. When we got into her room I saw her asleep in her bed. I let out a sigh of relief knowing the she was still alive.

I walked over to her bed and saw that her eyes were read and puffy. "She must have cried herself to sleep" I thought out loud.

I slid into her bed and beckoned Wanda to do the same. She walked over and slid herself into Hope's bed. I pulled Hope's head onto my chest while her other red head mother came behind her and stroked her hair.

Soon we all fell asleep knowing that our daughter was ok.

- W A N D A S P O V -

I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in. Me behind my daughter stroking her hair, her head on my wife's chest, and Natasha holding Hope like if she let go Hope would turn to dust.