"Hey, hey careful, careful." Wanda murmurs gently lowering my aching body into a chair with the help of Natasha who chuckles warmly at Wanda's state of protectiveness over me.
"Still managing to be the only one to get injured I see." Nat winks pulling me close once I settle into the seat, her hand holding my head to her shoulder sighing in relief at the feeling of my skin one again. "Mm you could say that." I retort wrapping my arms around Nat's stomach holding as tight as I can as if she would melt away from my grip.
Gently pulling away her smile falls, her forehead creasing into a frown. Raising her right hand she connects with my face... hard. Holding my already reddening face I gasp at the unexpected slap.
"пошел на хуй Nat. What was that?" I scoff glaring at the older woman. The blonde merely shrugs. "I thought we had a deal. Stay close. Check in. Don't take any chances." She begins, moving towards the first aid kit.
Dropping my gaze to my feet, my lips purse as the guilt begins trickling in. Two years without contact must have hurt her. I know it hurt me.
"I'm sorry. We just wanted to be together. Peacefully, without having to worry about missions or whether or not the other was dead or alive." I whisper glancing fondly at Wanda who nods in agreement.
Nat hums in reply stalking back to me, standing over me with a scowl.
"So you don't even contact your own sister?" She snaps crouching so she could attend to my wounds.
"I-I. Nat..." I stammer unable to think straight as Nat grips my upper arm disinfecting it with no care if it hurt. Which it did... immensely.
"Nat, she didn't mean to. She was thinking of you a lot, we were just so afraid of being caught again and... ending up in a cell or worse." Wanda inputs resting her hand on my thigh giving it the occasional squeeze.
Nat scoffs ignoring Wanda's pleas only focusing on my bleeding bicep. "That's another scar right there." I murmur with a groan flinching as Nat sticks the needle directly into my skin with the intent to stitch my arm up.
"Seriously?" I hiss gripping Wanda's hand with so much force my knuckles pulse white. "Shut up and stay still." Nat snaps in reply ignoring my grunts of pain. Sighing I comply to her order praying she forgives me sooner rather than later.
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The familiar sight of lush, green trees and a scarily clear blue lake inform me our journey was almost over, we were almost home.
Arriving at the compound, the compound I hadn't seen in over two years, sends a wave of sadness through me causing my eyes to tear up. Taking in a shaky breath I gently wipe the pooling tears in hopes they wouldn't return.
Wanda is quick to stand by my side as the jet gently glides to the floor, her hand snaking under my waist in an attempt to hoist me off my seat.
Wrapping my uninjured arm around her shoulders I lean my body against hers walking ever so carefully down the ramp and into the compound doors.
Following Steve's authoritative figure, the two of us softly hobble through the hallways, Wanda's fingers digging into my hips ever so slightly.
Purposeful footsteps attain my attention, glancing over my shoulder I smile weakly at my sister who ignores my affection instead strutting towards Steve.
"Natty..." I call out desperately reaching for her arm as she comes up behind Wanda and I. Her face furrows into one of annoyance as she pulls from my reach instead strutting furiously through the halls.
Sighing I retract my outstretched hand watching my sister strut business like towards the office area. "She hates me." I groan turning to glance up at Wanda, barely holding back my tears.
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Not your Fault
RomanceSkye Romanoff is a trained killer, an assassin. She doesn't love, that's for the weak. But what will happen when a certain green eyed witch walks into her life? ON HOLD.
