And this very best friend now entered her room. In the form of the red-haired twenty-eight year old Wanda Maximoff. "Hey Abigail, I thought I'd drop off your new battle suit," she greeted Abigail, who was sitting with her back to her, holding an upgraded version of her red skin-tight battle suit. Before turning to Wanda, she washed the fallen tears from her cheeks and then looked at the carefully folded suit with lowered eyes. Nothing much had really changed, except that her waist belt was now emblazoned with the same symbol as Nataha's. The red hourglass with a black border. "Now that the Red Room is off forever and we also know about your past, we thought it might be a good idea," Wanda explained, smiling sympathetically. Some others might never connect with that symbol again but for the two Avengers, it was a chance to show the world that the Widows were no longer cold-blooded killers. Another tear escaped her eye and before she was able to wipe it away, Wanda noticed the noticeable glint. "What's wrong?" she asked nervously, thinking that her little attention might not be as nice as she had hoped. Breathing out heavily, she considered, "I just need Nat, I was having flashbacks but she was too busy and got mad at me," Abigail sobbed, not even trying to pretend everything was okay in front of Wanda. She just came up to her and took her in her arms, "It's okay. It's going to be okay, I'm always here for you. But unfortunately you have to get changed now. We'll be leaving in a few minutes." Abigail nodded and disappeared into the adjoining bathroom with her new suit under her arms.
Only a few seconds later, Natasha came through the door and stopped when her eyes found Wanda instead of her little one on top of the bed. "I told Abigail to get ready but where is she now?" she asked stressed, tensely infecting the room. It was not her intention to be stern to Wanda and to Abi, but the nerves were on everyone present Planck. "Why are you so mad? She's changing in her bathroom right now," Wanda explained, rising from the bed frame. Her arms crossed, she studied the older Avenger's posture and, thanks to her powers, grasped some of her feelings. "Good," Nat exhaled, and did the same to Wanda.
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The closest thing to a daughter
Adventure❝ she is the closest thing I ever had to a daughter ❝ - english version Abigail a thief on the run from her past, with extraordinary uncontrolled powers and an unhealthy amount of self-confidence, meets the famous Russian spy Black Widow. Not a g...
