ScarWidow/Wandnata one shots

[♦️Moving Out]

Natasha made her way into one of the guest rooms in the compound, exhausted from a 2-month long mission. She had returned at 2 am, and her weary eyes were already adjusting to the darkness. She climbed onto the warm bed, letting sleep wash over her like a gentle wave.

But it wasn't long before a commotion in the kitchen jolted her awake. She tiptoed to the kitchen, her heart pounding with anticipation, and decided to listen in.

"Morning guys. Do you guys want some breakfast?" Wanda asked, her voice laced with a hint of hope. But the silence that followed was deafening. Natasha's brow furrowed in concern.

Wanda muttered something under her breath as she began gathering ingredients to make pancakes. As she was mixing flour into the bowl, Clint fired an arrow at the bag, causing it to burst open and cover Wanda from head to toe. Steve walked in and shoved Wanda with his shoulder, knocking her and the bowl with her pancake mixture to the ground.

"Not eating anything you make," Tony said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Might be poisoned."

Natasha's eyes snapped wide open, and she felt a surge of anger course through her veins. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing - her own team treating Wanda like this. The memory of Sokovia came flooding back, and she felt a pang of guilt and helplessness.

She decided to make her presence known, and strode into the kitchen, her chest heaving with emotion.

"So you're really going after Wanda for what happened in Sokovia?" she asked, her voice trembling with rage. "You guys are really treating my girlfriend like this because she was mind controlled by Ultron?"

Wanda scrambled to her feet, her eyes brimming with tears. Natasha's anger intensified as she took in the scene before her. She couldn't believe that her own team would treat Wanda with such disdain and mistrust.

"Nat, it's...," Wanda started, but Natasha cut her off.

"No, it's not. Come on, go clean up. I'll be right with you," Natasha spoke gently, her voice a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her. Wanda nodded, her eyes downcast, and left the room.

Steve cleared his throat, trying to break the tension, but it only seemed to make it worse. The air was thick with unspoken words and unsaid apologies.

"Nat, we didn't know you were back," Steve said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha's eyes scanned the room, taking in the collective shame of her teammates. None of them could meet her gaze, and Natasha felt a sense of crushing disappointment wash over her.

After a long, agonizing silence, Natasha spoke into the void, her words slicing through the tension like a razor. "You know I expected this pettiness from Tony and Steve," she spat, her anger and hurt boiling over. "But not you, Clint. You're my friend, my best friend. I thought you would be the one to stand up for me, not against me."

Her eyes narrowed as she turned to Clint, her betrayal and hurt plain on her face. "You never said a word when Fury sent you to try and kill me," she continued, her voice rising in anger. "Wanda's brother sacrificed himself for you, remember? Or do I need to remind you of that too?"

Natasha's mind was flooded with images of Wanda on the floor, covered in flour, her eyes wide with fear and tears streaming down her face. The memory of that moment was etched into Natasha's mind like a scar, a constant reminder of the pain and betrayal she felt.

The team's betrayal was like a fire spreading through her body, burning away any remaining doubt or hope. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of disappointment and hurt, and she couldn't seem to find a lifeline.