Steve watched Wanda from the moment Vision carried her onto the quinjet. there was no question about bringing her with them. an orphan, with immense power, who just lost the only family she had, AND her country in one shot. no, she was coming with t...
Steve watched Wanda from the moment Vision carried her onto the quinjet. there was no question about bringing her with them. an orphan, with immense power, who just lost the only family she had, AND her country in one shot. no, she was coming with them. whether that was for her protection, or the worlds protection...that was up for debate.
Vision dropped her by Pietro's bloodied body, and everyone, even Tony, watched as she practically flopped over him, and began to cry silently.
no one knew what to say to her. what could they say that could comfort her, when no one had experienced what she had? Steve looked at Natasha, and saw a peculiar look on her face, knowing she was thinking the same thing. blue eyes met green ones, and the former assassin stood up from her seat behind Tony. Steve thought for a moment she was going to sit next to him, but she diverted her path to the only other red head on the jet.
Steve couldn't hear what she was saying, but a smile tugged on the corner of his lips when he saw her embrace the younger girl and whisper words to her. words of encouragement, words of sorrow, anything to make Wanda feel better. Steve knew it wouldn't work. everyone on the jet did, but Steve more so than anyone.
the scene reminded him of the talk he and Peggy had after Bucky's fall from the train. the feeling of utter despair, heartbreak, and rage all rolled into one. the feeling of needing comfort but not having the one person there who could bring that comfort. it made him want to stand up and try to comfort the girl as well, but he didn't want to overwhelm her.
he could wait until they were in New York. the main goal now was to get out of what was once Sokovia, and head home to recuperate before having to deal with HYDRA again.
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They arrived back in New York a few hours later, hours which Natasha had spent with her arms wrapped around Wanda, who's silent crying had only ceased once they crossed the Atlantic, when she had fallen asleep. Natasha still did not move, not wanting to wake the heartbroken girl.
the jet landed at the compound, and Bruce and Tony began to make plans on what to do with Pietro's body.
"we need to get him off the jet first." Steve said, as he stood up. he walked over to where the two other men were huddled around Pietro, Wanda, and Nat. "which means we need to get Wanda off the jet. he heard loud footsteps behind him, and turned as Thor approached.
"I can carry the boy, but someone will have to carry the girl." Thor said as quietly as he could, eyeing Wanda sadly. despite what she had done to them just days earlier, none of them would forget the sound of Wanda screaming in pure agony and sorrow. a scream that sent jets of red all over the floating city, destroying every thing that wasn't human in its path.
