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Chapter 4

It had been nearly two weeks to the day since they had started delving into the idea that she could do more with someone’s mind than warp it with its own fear - Two weeks and all they’d been met with was the fluttering of something. A something that offered Natasha more hope than it offered Wanda. The little witch had felt so close the night before, something had almost happened, but the magic fizzled out at her fingertips, and she’d lost her temper.

When Wanda hadn’t shown up to their usual meeting spot in the gym Nat was curious, but not concerned. Her feet had carried her straight to the younger woman’s door, which she’d made no hesitation on banging loudly on.

“Wanda, come on… you’re late.” It wasn’t like her but given the reaction she’d taken to her own perceived failure the night before; Nat wouldn’t be surprised if she wanted the day off.

She waited a few seconds, and when no reply came, she walked on away from the room. Even if she was in there, it was clear she wanted to be left alone. 

She reached the end of the hall before movement could be heard behind her, she turned a smile tugging at her lips, ready to greet the younger woman. The smile fell though, when she’d met with Tony walking down the hall, hands in his pockets. “Stark?”

“Romanoff?” He countered before he looked at her, head tilted. “I get the feeling I’m not who you wanted to turn around and see?”

“Not exactly.” She agreed. “What are you doing here?”

“Last I checked I owned the place.”

Natasha felt her eyes roll at him before she arched a brow, knowing he’d eventually tell her what he was doing on their floor. Their floor. The thought strikes her as odd, because yes it was true, but somewhere along the way her mind had tagged on a different meaning to it.

“Fine.” Tony relented. “Since you do not like to answer your phone, I came to find you.”

He had come to a stop in front of her but nodded his head in the direction that he’d come from. “Was hoping for a catch up on Miss Maximoff – you’ve yet to let us know anything.”

“Mm well, I told you she’d be reluctant if she said yes at all.”

“But you got her to open up?” He asked. She didn’t like where this was going and knew that in a group setting, he’d be less likely to prod into her motivations in this plan of theirs. “How about I don’t relay this information twice, and we meet up with Steve.”

Tony nodded before heading back the way he’d come from. Nat followed him, not liking how today was going so far.

“Nat, I feel like I haven’t seen you in days.” Steve greeted when her and Tony had walked into the common area of their floor.

“Awe, you miss me Rogers?”

“Not when you act like that.” He retorts, but the smile on his face told her otherwise.

“She’s come to tell us how the little witch is fairing.”

-

Wanda had still been upset over the fact that she could move things with her mind, she could delve in and pull out people’s worst fears – some of which had been buried well beneath the surfaces of those minds – but she couldn’t make herself do the opposite. How was she not getting it?

She had known leaving without telling Natasha may have not been the best plan she’d ever made, but she needed space to settle with her own thoughts. Without the influence of Natasha looming over her. Not that that was a bad thing, she seemed to bring out parts of the witch that she’d thought died with her family. On occasion though, a person needed to sit with their darkness and stare it in the face.