BlackHill | If only

Chapter 2

Steve's POV:

It was an easy fight for the team, all of us were unstoppable together. Sentry after sentry went down. Crushed in the wake of our destruction. Wanda seemed the most eager to wreak havoc as I anticipated. Her deadly tendrils of power destroyed anything in her path the screams of the injured echoing around me. I had taken out their main defence but there was no sign of our target, or Natasha.

Only around 10 men remained, most had already surrendered and accepted their inevitable defeat. I had tried to radio Agent Hill that the defence had been demolished but our comms were still malfunctioning. Tony was already inspecting the alarm system, likely looking for reasons his technology was better. It appeared our target was a bit of a tech genius nonetheless.

Finally realising what was at stake the panic had begun to set in. Natasha had still not been sighted and the team had no means of attempting to communicate with her. "Tony any luck on our comms?" I shouted over to him. My breath hitched in my chest as he shook his head. I frantically began searching the grounds for any sign of Nat, but nothing not even a trace of her ammunition.

My attention flicked over to Maximoff. Her panic becoming more and more apparent. God forbid what she would do if we lost Nat.

I strode over to her and placed my hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. "We will find her, she's tough" Of course, Wanda knew that. She knew more about Nat than anyone, maybe even more than I did. Her eyes shifted to mine, utter terror gazing back at me. Her hands begun to shake as she said "I know we haven't been as close recently but..." she paused gasping for air "If I knew that was the last time I was going to see her I wish It happened differently". She turned away from me as though embarrassed. She whispered "I wish I could have said goodbye"

I knew Wanda meant so much more beneath those words than she was letting on. And I could relate to how she felt. We had all connected with Nat, some of us in very different ways but she was the glue that held us all together. She had admirers left and right and I was one of them. Before things changed between us, and she realised who she was, I cared for her more than anything in the world. I still did.

Wanda's POV:

'Natasha'. Her name was echoing around my brain. I could see her face clear as day, smiling under the stars as if it was yesterday. She had been my anchor, my lifeline through everything. And although we ended I still hear her voice at night. Sometimes I remembered the touch of her skin, warm along my body...

'Enough!'. This was not the time to reminisce. Nat was missing and for all I knew, she could be dead. I hated the prospect of it, my blood chilled at the very thought. So instead I made a promise that whoever was responsible would suffer greatly I vowed to make them beg for mercy.

I sent out a wave of my power searching for a heartbeat I so often listened to. Searching for any warmth. The others had split off in search of Nat. Clint was prowling the grounds, Tony took to the skies to get a better visual. Steve had marched off into the building, slamming straight into the front door with his shield and eventually became immersed in the darkness. Although he was better at hiding his feelings, it seemed he was as rattled as me. Unsurprisingly considering his history with Nat.

I reached out further and further with my power, praying for something to latch onto. A shudder of relief shook my entire body as a string of power coiled around something. A steady heat radiated through my magic as if it were right next to me. I prayed as I gently levitated the thing I could feel. Bringing it closer and closer to me like grasping at it like a tether. Gently setting it down on the ground before me. I had to Steady myself with a breath but I still gasped as I opened my eyes to what lay before me.