ScarWidow/Wandnata one shots

[♦️Snowpiercer]

Natasha pov

As I gazed out at the frozen wasteland, I couldn't help but wonder how the world would end. I'd always imagined something more dramatic: a catastrophic event, a robot uprising, or perhaps even Thanos' snap. But nothing could have prepared me for this: the Earth, once teeming with life, now frozen solid, temperatures averaging -155°C. The once-blue skies were now a dull grey, and the air was crisp with the scent of snow.

But amidst this desolate landscape, I found solace in one place: Snowpiercer, the last bastion of humanity. I lay here in her warm arms, surrounded by the hum of engines and the quiet murmur of fellow survivors. At 1,044 cars long, Snowpiercer was our last hope – and our new home.

The Freeze caught everyone off guard. One minute scientists were debating solutions to global warming or climate cooling, and the next, snow was falling everywhere – along coastlines, in tropical rainforests, on deserted islands, and even over oceans. The snow covered every inch of the Earth, eventually making it impossible for human life or any life to survive.

Tony Stark, one of the world's most brilliant minds, assembled a team of experts to create Snowpiercer, a train that would travel around the world with the remaining humans. At its heart was Engine Eternal, a massive engine capable of piercing through the hard snow. While some dismissed the idea as unrealistic, others saw it as their last hope.

As one of Snowpiercer's top engineers, I was fortunate enough to be onboard. But like all grand plans, there was a flaw – one that would challenge our very survival.

Tony Stark's vision for Snowpiercer was a luxury liner on rails, with four classes of passengers. The 1st class was reserved for his rich friends and acquaintances, who paid top dollar for the privilege of living in absolute luxury even as the world outside froze to death. The 2nd class was for those who agreed to work on the train in exchange for food and shelter – a grim but necessary existence. The Tallies, at the end of the train, were a different story altogether. They had illegally boarded the train, and as a result, they received no food, no water, and had to scrounge for whatever scraps they could find from 1st class. 4 class was for Engineering and Hospitality. My department combined with Hospitality was responsible for keeping the entire train running.

The Tallies' desperation soon boiled over into revolution. They fought for recognition and basic rights, and their struggle was met with violence and bloodshed. It was a brutal and messy affair, but eventually, their demands were met. They were granted the same rights, opportunities, and supplies as everyone else on the train. That's how I met her - Wanda.

I met Wanda in the clinic, where she was working in 2nd class. During my initial few days, I watched her from a distance, observing her exceptional work ethic and demeanor. Her beauty was undeniable, but it was more than that - it was the way she interacted with people, maintaining a calm and level head even in crisis situations. Her warm smile and unwavering optimism were contagious, and it was a joy to be around her.

The day I finally approached her and spoke with her was truly unforgettable. Despite the challenges we faced on this train, being with Wanda made those problems seem insignificant. She had a remarkable ability to lift my burdens and make me laugh, often at the same time. In her presence, I felt a sense of joy that was hard to describe, but it was undeniably good.

After a long day of driving Snowpiercer, I headed to my room, where I found Wanda waiting for me - as she often did. But it wasn't just that she was there; it was the way she looked at me every time I returned. Her eyes would light up, and she'd take a visible breath of relief, as if I was a balm to her soul. It was a small gesture, but it made me feel seen, heard, and appreciated. It made me feel like I was doing something right, like I was important to her.

"Hey, are you okay? It's been a rough day," Wanda said, moving to make space for me on the bed. I let out a sigh and collapsed onto the bed beside her.

"It was, but she held steady," I replied, and Wanda laughed.

"Who?" she asked.

"She," I said, referring to the train's nickname. "Melanie calls it 'she' up in Engineering. It kind of stuck with me."

I stood up and changed into a comfortable baggy t-shirt before joining Wanda under the covers. We cuddled close, and she began to trail gentle circles on my stomach with her fingers.

"Do you think we'll ever get off this train?" Wanda whispered into the silence. "Return to normal?"

I shook my head, feeling a mix of emotions. "I don't know, love. It's been seven years since The Freeze. The snow left nothing to chance. Even if everything returned to normal, it wouldn't be the same. This train... it traumatized people."

Wanda's fingers stilled, and she looked up at me with a quiet intensity. "I guess that's true," she said finally. "But no matter what happened or what happens, I'll always be grateful for you."

Her words melted into my heart, and I closed my eyes as I leaned into her soft touch. Then, I turned to face her, planting a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Me too, my love. Me too," I replied, feeling the warmth and comfort of our moment together.

The journey on Snowpiercer was never going to be easy. Everyone knew that, whether they were in 1st class or a Tallie. It was a matter of survival, of staying alert and doing whatever it took to make it through the day. I never thought I'd find someone, someone who would love me for who I am, flaws and all. But that's the thing about love - it can be found in the most unexpected places, even on a train as vast and unforgiving as Snowpiercer, with its 1044 cars stretching out before us.

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