* 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 * (NatxOC)

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P A S T

The hums of a young child singing to herself danced around the room of the house, the low moonlit sky shining through the creaks of the closed blinds. The loud rumbling of thunder had began, the noise of raindrops aggressively throwing itself at the window being heard. Seated at the table was a girl with long waves of brunette hair sitting messily at her sides as she kept swiping astray strands of the strings of hair out of her small, porcelain face with her tiny hand. Her other hand gripped onto a red colouring pencil.

"Mom! I'm finished my drawing!" The child excitedly called out, the tv lights from the film she was watching illuminating her face in the dimly lit room.

"I'm coming sweetheart." Her mother called back from the kitchen.

The child sat patiently, waiting for her food and her mother so she could show her the inaccurate scribbles she called a portrait. She held a heavy interest in the film presented on Tv for her, now that she no longer had the drawing to distract her; she almost didn't hear the main door breaking down.

Almost.

Her head spun around in fear of the loud noise, revealing a couple of agents with guns, the fallen door now behind them laying on the floor with pieces of glass shards from the damage it had caused glittering on the floor.

Two ran in further to the living room placing their hands on the child as they stood her up, her screams attracting the attention of anyone within a 10 mile radius, as fear painted her face, her eyes shining with tears.

"Mommy!" She cried out in fear.

"Honey?" Her worried mother called out, her footsteps heard running towards the living room.

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"Violet?" A brown haired girl asked, concern dripping from her voice as she ran to the screaming girl who looked to be her age. She had sweat dripping down her face as she shot up, her fingers curled tightly around the thin sheets of the prison-like-bed she rested upon. Her face bore nothing but terror, tears pooling in her emerald eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The other girl asked, concern painting the green of her own irises.

"I...It's nothing Wanda, just... the nightmares." Violet explained, the tears beginning to fall down her face as she moved her hand to wipe them.

"They will go away soon Vy" Wanda whispered as she stroked Violet's hair softly, planting a soft, sister-like kiss in her hair. She held one hand up, the other still stroking Violet's head, as the essence of her powers played with Violet's mind, good memories arising within her as she was soothed to sleep.

Wanda sat there, her head against the other girl's, waiting for her to fall asleep as she began to remember the first time she had met the child. She never knew they'd grow close enough to see each other as family.

F L A S H B A C K

Wanda had been walking around conversing with her twin brother. Her chestnut waves of hair had jumped slightly with each step she took away from the dining hall.

Her brother's words had been cut off by the screams of a girl, sounding from a nearby room. For where she resided, this was normal, however she found herself worriedly walking towards the noise, her brother following suit.

"Stop! What are you doing to her?" She asked the HYDRA agents. She spotted a girl, her age or possibly even a year younger, strapped to a gurney as her face had contorted into one of pain.

"Ms Maximoff, you should not be here." One of the agents said, a warning tone to his words.

"Answer her question." The white-haired boy beside Wanda spoke.