The Spark That Never Dies Part: One

Chapter Sixxxteen

The next week was probably the longest week of your life.

Not only was most of the team, including Natasha, gone for a mission someplace in England, but you couldn't even train because of your stupid leg.

"Shouldn't you elevate that thing?" Maria asked, coming into the living room where you were sitting and trying to find another movie to watch.

"Have you come to criticize or entertain me?" You asked back and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm actually here to retrieve you," She clarified, and you raised your eyebrows, intrigued, "Barton wants to help you with your target practice and since you don't need to run or anything for that-"

You had already gotten up, shut the TV off, and started walking to the elevator, which made her cut herself off. She followed you, texting someone as she walked, and you turned to her.

"Do you think I could see the files this place has on Hydra? Do you know if I'm allowed?"

"As a part of the team, you're cleared to see as much as most of them." She nodded.

"Nice."

~Small Time Skip~

After doing some target practice with Clint, you were supposed to meet up with Wanda because you haven't used your powers since before you were captured, but you were avoiding her, so you headed to the lab. To your luck, it was completely empty, and you wobbled over to the computers, starting to sift through the files you could access. You uploaded everything onto the USB you brought with you and headed out before anyone saw you.

You were somewhat creeping out of the lab when your phone went out, startling you.

"Hello?" You answered, your heart just starting to slow down.

"Shouldn't you be with Wanda?" Natasha asked, skipping the pleasantries.

"Who says I'm not?" You sassed back with a scoff.

"She just texted me."

"Ah." You cringed and kept walking to your room.

"Something going on?"

"No, just been busy." You lied.

Truth was, you were bored out of your mind, but the idea of using your powers now that they were disabled and used against you, scared the living hell out of you. They weren't technically used to hurt you, but you knew they could be now that some random people could use technology to make them dormant. The fear that built up inside you was crippling after that and the last thing you wanted to do was go to use them and find out they were gone, or worse, out of your control.

It'd be like being brainwashed all over again.

"Y/n," She cooed softly, bring you back from your thoughts mostly because she rarely used that tone, "I know it's scary, but you need to know."

Does she read minds too?

"I wish you were here." You pouted, strolling into your room, shutting the door, and flopping back on your bed.

"Me too," She whispered, "But I will be soon."

"What if..."

"There's a million 'what ifs' but there's only one way to find out, right?"

"I could lose myself again."

"There's a difference this time," She smiled into the receiver and you could practically hear it in her voice, "You've got friends, family, now and you've got me."