The Younger Agent - Natasha Romanoff x OC

Chapter 77 - Pushing Through

The week had been long, sleep was not a comfort that they were able to indulge in very often, catching a few hours here and there whilst they helped the ones in need caused by their destruction. It was the least that they could do. 

Though the team did feel a bit short-staffed, Banner was missing, Clint had gone back to his home for retirement, and Tony was doing more things on the admin side. So, the three women of the team plus Steve and Vision had their hands very full. But it was soon over, and they could return to the tower to recharge their batteries. 

Eleanor was glad to be having a rest, but she felt guilt. She didn't feel like it was well-earned, it wasn't as though they saved the world from an external threat. It was a threat made from within the Avengers, how is that rest well-earned if they were saving the world from themselves?

Regardless, she did need it. They all did. Wanda was particularly nervous about going back to the Tower. She was still unsure about being an Avenger, especially due to the destruction of her home country. But she had nowhere else to go and knew no one else in the country. Natasha and Eleanor made her feel safe when everything else in her life was falling apart, and as she wouldn't have as much work to throw herself into, she knew that she would struggle without Pietro. Tagging along with the both of them made sense to her.

Tony had informed them that he was in the midst of making an 'Avengers Compound' that would be completed within a few weeks. He was worried about the team's safety with the numbers growing with new recruits and the fact that he wouldn't be around as he was going to retire as well. A giant tower in the middle of New York wasn't exactly the safest place to stay hidden away, so upstate New York in a hidden compound was the decision that was made for them. 

Eleanor and Natasha were both a bit sad to be moving again, it was a similar feeling to when they had to move out of the Triskelion and their D.C. apartment. A new era when they weren't quite ready to move on from the old one. But it was understood that it was for their safety, so they were more than happy to comply. 

In the meantime, they were to stay at the Tower until the construction was done. As it was only a few weeks, Eleanor and Nat insisted that Wanda use the spare room that was within their apartment area. The spare apartments were eerily empty, which would not feel welcoming for a new person who was mourning a family member, and it meant that they would be able to keep an eye on her without forcing their way into her bubble. They would move at her pace, and her pace only. 

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"What are you doing?", Natasha faced a frantic Eleanor in the kitchen who was trying to balance four dishes in her arms filled with various lunch items. Toasties, fruit salad, noodles, and some omelettes with different fillings. 

Eleanor spun on her heels to face her wife before realising her mistake as the plates began wobbling, causing her to quickly try and get her balance again. "Do you think this is enough?".

"If you're trying to feed a tribe, yes", Nat laughed, "Why do you have so much?".

She slowly moved out of the kitchen and towards the spare room where Wanda was residing whilst Nat followed, "Wanda hasn't come out to eat for about a day and a half now, and I don't know what foods she likes, so is this enough of a selection to choose from?". Eleanor looked genuinely worried that her efforts weren't enough, which Nat found amusing but also very sweet.

Smiling softly, she replied, "It's more than enough детка". 

"Thank you, this is why you're my favourite wife", Eleanor grinned, an amused sparkle present in her eyes.

Natasha's smile immediately dropped as she spoke in a low register, "I'm your only wife".

"That you know of", she walked away to Wanda's room after sending a wink in Nat's direction.