ScarWidow/Wandnata one shots

[♦️The Enhanced And Her Brother Pt 2]

Wanda's Pov

A few days later, we'd both met the rest of the Avengers. My brother was practically vibrating with excitement, surrounded by so many heroes.

I couldn't help but steal glances out my window, a soft smile curling my lips. There he was, zipping around Clint like an excited puppy, helping him set up for archery practice. Pietro might not have hit the target every time, but his enthusiasm was like a burst of sunshine. Every near miss, every wild fling of the arrow, his face split into a joyous grin. Clint chuckled, retrieving the arrows and offering pointers with a gentle patience. Seeing Pietro so joyful, his smile wide and genuine, filled my chest with a warmth that rivaled any Sokovian summer. That's all that mattered.

A knock on the door pulled me away from my happy reverie.

"Come in, Nat," I called out as I opened the door with a swift flick of my wrist, a warm smile spreading across my face as I welcomed her into our little makeshift headquarters.

"You know, I still want to know how you know it's me every time I knock," she said, chuckling as she walked in, her eyes sparkling with amusement. I turned to smile at her as I went back to watching my brother, my heart swelling with affection for this woman who had become like family to me.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice softening as she approached me. I motioned for her to come over to the window, and she smiled when she saw Pietro hit the target this time, her expression filled with warmth and admiration.

"He seems so happy," she commented softly, her voice full of gentle concern. "He's been having a tough time adjusting to all of this."

"Yeah, he does," I said, my voice filled with relief. "It's the first time he's actually hit the target all morning." I glanced down at him, feeling a surge of pride and love for my little brother.

The air crackled with tension as Natasha finished her warning. "Secretary Ross is downstairs," she said, her voice laced with disdain, "and he's a total asshole."

I snorted, the humour a welcome release. "Nat, you can't say that."

A ghost of a smile played on her lips, that familiar sound I'd grown so fond of. "It's the truth, though."

With a sigh, we entered the conference room. All the Avengers were present (except Clint, of course), along with a gaunt old man whose heartbeat thumped with a disturbing sluggishness.

"Miss Maximoff," the man rasped, his eyes glittering like polished stones, "glad you could join us. Please, have a seat."

I settled in, apprehension coiling in my gut. "So, to be blunt," he continued, wasting no time, "the US president wants assurances. You and your brother, with your...abilities, are not a threat to national security."

"He's eight," I scoffed, irritation sparking. "He's a kid."

"We can't simply dismiss potential dangers, Miss Maximoff. You haven't even begun to grasp the true scope of your powers. The Avengers took a significant risk bringing you in. Alerting the authorities for proper evaluation would have been the prudent course of action. Questioning, testing – that's standard procedure for individuals with unknown capabilities. On top of that, neither of you hold US citizenship – "

"Questioned and tested?" Steve cut in, his voice sharp. "Come on, Ross, that's ridiculous."

Ross bristled. "Ridiculous? Captain Rogers, we could be harboring weapons of mass destruction!"

Fury flared in my chest. "No! You don't get to talk about Pietro like that!" The room fell silent, all eyes locked on me. The weight of their scrutiny was a tangible thing, but I held their gaze, defiance hardening my voice.