* 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 * (NatxOC)

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"Vi- Rosalie, what were you thinking being there!" Pietro scolded. He was also making attempts to correct himself whenever he didn't use her birth name, however he knew it'd be a difficult task as Violet is what he knew her as.

"I wanted to help!" Rosalie exclaimed.

"It's too dangerous, you've not... you've not been on a mission in so long." Wanda was grunting in pain, hunched over as she tried to regain her composure; whatever that arrow did to her was really fucking with her mind.

"Wanda, are you okay?" Rosalie asked.

"Don't dodge the topic, I'm fine."

"Listen, I've been doing my own investigations for a year now and I haven't come anywhere close to finding anything out. Not even today so I was frustrated! If I want to be a part of the action, then I will do so. I'm not a child, I can control my own actions, and besides I was fine, it was your magic that affected me!" Rosalie's outburst was harsh.

"You're right. We don't control you, we just care deeply about you. We've been away from you for so long, we can't risk you getting hurt," Pietro softly spoke, taking down the tone of the conversation down a notch.

"I know, and I get that! But I don't want to be babied."

Wanda groaned in pain once again, her hand moving to her forehead.

"Wanda?" Rosalie asked, looking at her in concern.

"What can I do?" Pietro asked, moving to hold her.

"It hurts," she mumbled.

"I'm going to kill them, I'll be right back." Pietro was prepared to run off and get his revenge for inflicting pain on his sister.

"No, I'll be alright... I'm all right. I want... I want to finish the plan," Wanda paused, looking in the direction of where Bruce Banner remained. "I want the big one."

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"So what we've gathered is the boy has speed and the girl... her powers are just fucked up." Tony was pissed. Nothing good came out of that fight, nothing that could have brought them close to victory. His own prototype was his own enemy.

"It seems she can make you see your nightmares," Thor said, arms crossed. His facial expression read nothing but anger. He was thinking, whatever he witnessed could never become true. They were his friends, he couldn't watch them die like they had in that... vision.

"Mind fuckery," Nat mumbled. It was safe to say the entire team was traumatised.

"It was... worse than that." Steve muttered.

"What, no 'language'?" Tony asked, his little joke being ignored.

"What about the second girl?" Clint finally spoke up, leaving his own flurry of thoughts.

"What? I only recall seeing one girl Barton, she turn your brain to mush? Failing to do simple maths?" Tony questioned.

"No, the Witch didn't touch my mind. There was another girl, it was too dark to see her face properly where she was stood. All I know is she had like long, blonde hair. She had powers too, like earthly powers. She grew some sort of plant in the concrete." Clint had no idea to explain what he saw, it was a complicated situation.

"Maybe she did affect you and you didn't notice Clint..." Natasha suggested.

"What, scared of plants now, are we Barton?" Tony questioned, a joking tone to his words.