Not your Fault

Chapter 23: Its starting...

Wanda's face was cold. Her eyes vacant as we sit beside each other on the jet, desperate to leave the place we had been held captive in for weeks. Her blue jumpsuit was wet with tears both new and old.

Silence fills the jet, a tension no one wanted to acknowledge filling the awful silence.

"I thought you died." Wanda whispers breaking the quiet and turning to face me with a frown. Tears pool in her eyes as she cups my face pressing her head against mine.

"You can't get rid of me that easily baby." I whisper manoeuvring so I was facing her with my whole body ignoring the fact the rest of the passengers on the jet are watching our interaction. She breathes a sigh of relief bringing my head to her chest in a hug so full of love it hurt me physically to let her go.

Clints small 'aww' made me scoff throwing him the middle finger as I wrap my arms around Wanda's neck kissing her lips gently. "Mm I missed this." This made her laugh before she rests her head against my shoulder.

"So... we are all criminals now. We need to lay low. Where are you all going?" Steve asks with a frown. Leaning against the walls of the jet he crosses his arms as he waits patiently for an answer.

"Scotland." Wanda replies looking up at me for confirmation. Nodding slightly she continues. "Skye and I are going to Scotland. We will stay on the down-low don't worry. But it will be nice." She smiles closing her eyes for a second to imagine the bliss.

Kissing her forehead I lock eyes with Steve who simply nods directing the jet towards Scotland, the first stop of the night. "But Steve..." I begin attracting the super soldiers attention. "Mm." He hums in reply. "Um please let me know when my sister is safe, or even just where she is. And give her my number when you can. And also Maria. Let Maria know I'm ok. Please." I sigh.

A sympathetic smile from Steve earns a glare before he nods. "Will do."

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"Be safe alright? I don't want your sister to kill me cause you die." Clint chuckles with glossy eyes as Wanda and I begin hobbling towards the ramp of the jet as we land in Scotland, Glasgow.

"Don't worry, we will keep in contact." I reply pausing to wrap my arms around the archer tightly. "You be safe too." I whisper burying my head in his neck with a sigh. Nodding Clint pulls back kissing my forehead gently before pushing me towards Wanda who removes herself from Steve's arms with a light sniff.

Wanda's hand snakes around my bicep gripping tightly as she rests her head on my shoulder. Walking down the ramp I bite my lip to stop the tears from flowing knowing I was going to see them again someday. "I'll miss them." Wanda sighs glancing back over her shoulder at the men. Not trusting myself not to burst into to tears I nod ignoring the temptation to turn around knowing if I do I wouldn't be able to leave them. They are family.

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Two years. That's how long it had been since Wanda and I had walked off the jet into Glasgow leaving our family behind. Keeping on the down low we had neglected to contact the team knowing Ross would track us down almost instantly.

"Baby what's up?" Wanda whispers wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her chin on my shoulder. A hum of acknowledgment leaves my lips as I continue gazing out the window into the rainy midst of the city. "I'm just worried about Nat that's all. And Maria. We haven't contacted anyone in two years Wands and we did promise." I sigh turning around in her grasp.

Gazing into her forest green eyes I instantly feel calmed, whether that was just by her presence or her powers I couldn't care less. "Once it's safe to return to the compound we will. They will tell us. I promise." She whispers kissing my nose with a smile.