She's Got a Temper || Wanda Maximoff || Natasha Romanoff ||

Chapter 8

2024- Eze, France

"Morning, Sam." I said as I watched my friend emerge from the guest bedroom he had been staying in for a week now.

"Morning." Sam smiled and moved to sit on the bar stool in front of me as I read 'Little Women' and Wanda cooked breakfast of some sorts but not really because she was using her powers to do so.

It had been just over a week Sam had been staying with us but today was his last day as he was expected back at work and it was a bittersweet thing for me. One part of me was grateful and relieved I got to tell Sam I was alive but the other part was worried, I trusted Sam but now that he knew I was alive what if he wouldn't take my no for an answer when it came to the Avengers? I wasn't exactly ready to tell Tony yet either even though I knew the man felt guilty but I knew telling him would open a whole other can of worms I was nowhere near prepared for.

"My flight leaves at 7" I heard Sam's voice as I checked back into the conversation he was apparently having with Wanda.

"Tonight?" I questioned and Sam nodded.

"Yeah, it's been nice man but I need to get back, someone has to make sure Bucky doesn't do anything stupid now that Steve is gone." I laughed at the very true sentiment and went back to reading my book.

I got lost in the pages as I read about the lives of the March sisters and tried my best to stop thinking about the Avengers and Natasha but those were two things I always found difficult to shake. Sam's words had embedded themselves into my brain for days, his optimism about possibly getting Natasha back was daunting and refreshing at the same time but that was a kind of hope I couldn't afford.

I looked up and caught Wanda's gaze as she stared at me. I knew she could feel that my energy had been off for the last week but she didn't say anything about it. I always wondered why she never read my mind to find out, she always said it was a matter of privacy and she didn't always want to know everything so she tried her best not to do it. I appreciated it most times but in situations like this where I found difficulty expressing myself I just wish she would.

"Just read my mind." I whispered to Wanda as I walked past her and she looked up at me shocked.

"What?"

"Read my mind, because I don't know how to explain what I'm thinking so I'm giving you permission." Wanda looked almost baffled but worried at the same time which confused me.

"Read my mind" I pleaded with her and Wanda looked away from me. I could see the lump in her throat form as she swallowed it and took a deep breath. What was wrong with her?

"I can't." my eyes widened.

"Is something wrong?" I thought to myself that something was going terribly wrong with her powers but judging from the guilty look on Wanda's face and the fact that she was literally cooking without even moving it seemed unlikely that her powers were off.

"Wanda." I whispered again so that Sam couldn't hear but Wanda just fixated her gaze on the kitchen table.

"I've never been able to read your mind, Julia." I was confused as the words came out of her mouth and I shook my head.

"What do you mean?" Wanda sighed and grabbed my hand pulling us away from the kitchen.

"We'll be right back, Sam." I said and Sam nodded, never looking up from his newspaper.

Wanda pushed me into our room and folded her arms over her chest as she leaned against the door. I was really confused at this point and the fact that she wasn't really elaborating was worrying to me.