We'll Make It Alright

Chapter 3

Natasha didn't hear anything from inside Wanda's room after she warned the younger woman that she was going to enter if she didn't respond. She reached for the doorknob and announced, "Okay, Wanda. I'm coming in."

The redhead pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit room. It hardly looked disturbed at all with the curtains drawn and most surfaces bare. However there was a lump on the bed indicating someone lay there curled up into a small ball. Nat found out the reason Wanda had not been responding. She was in a deep, troubled-looking sleep. Nat thought about leaving her to rest but decided it would be best to talk to the Sokovian. She may be sick and needed medicine. Moving toward the bed slowly, the woman called out softly, "Wanda. Wanda, can you wake up for me? I just want to see if you're okay."

Wanda's brow furrowed at the disturbance and Natasha became more insistent, "Wanda, you have to wake up now."

And she gently touched the girl's shoulder. The brunette woke then, her eyes flying open in surprise. Nat realized she looked worse than she had originally thought. Her appearance was unkempt, her hair dark with grease and skin pale, making the dark circles under her eyes even darker. She pressed with more worry as Wanda tried to adjust to being awake, "Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?"

"I'm- I'm fine." It sounded like it took a lot of effort for her to force the words out, "Please- go-"

"You don't look well." Natasha said with a furrowed expression, ignoring the request to leave for the moment.

"I'm fine." Again the words were forced and unbelievable, "I'm not sick."

Natasha looked her over carefully and started to realize that maybe she wasn't sick, but rather something else was the matter entirely. It appeared Wanda had not gone into her little space at all since the battle weeks ago. She continued in a soft, even voice, "When was the last time you dropped?"

Wanda looked away and shook her head evasively, "I'm not- I won't-"

"You can't avoid dropping forever and your making yourself sick." Nat suddenly became alarmed.

"I c-can't.." The witch stuttered.

The feeling from before, the overwhelming sensation to take care of Wanda came over her again and she easily slipped into taking action, "Wanda, sweetheart, I know it's hard but it's not good for you to prevent a drop for this long. I'll be here to help you or we can get Steve or even call Clint but you can't put it off anymore, okay? What can I do to help? You want Steve?"

Natasha guessed that she might be the most comfortable with him since she saw him the most but Wanda shook her head no. The redhead felt the moment the girl switched over to her little self. Her green eyes glittered a bit more, her lips twisted into a pout and tears readily spilled down her cheeks, "Piety.."

She requested in a small voice followed by big sobs. Natasha ran her hand up and down her arm, offering what little condolence she could, "Piety can't be here. I'm so sorry sweetheart."

Wanda cried then, long and hard while Natasha kept rubbing her arm, sometimes sliding down her back in attempts to calm her. Whether it worked or the little was just losing steam her crying began to die down. The redhead started in a low, easy tone, "Hey Wanda, do you remember me? I'm Natasha."

The little girl nodded her head in recognition with a sniffle and the woman continued, "You know you're here at the Avengers compound?"

Another small nod and Natasha said encouragingly, "Okay, good. What can I do to help you sweetheart?"

"Wet-t." Wanda curled in on herself further, "S-sorry-y."

The Widow faltered for a moment before she put together what the girl had meant. When she dropped she must have lost control of her bladder and had an accident. She hurried to reassure her, "That's alright. Accidents happen. We'll just go get you cleaned up."