Special Touch Part: Three

Chapter Thirty-One

"Sounds like a bunch of bullshit."

"Do you actually believe you talked to death?" Wanda asked, ignored Sam's comment.

"I don't know." You told her honestly, glancing over at Steve who kept quiet throughout the entire explanation you gave.

The four of you made it out just fine, surprisingly, and the doors were left open like they were never sealed shut. It fed into the possibility that it was some cosmic entity who you had been talking to, and in this life, it's never out of left field.

"It's your move." Steve told you, his eyes studying yours, and you knew which decision he wanted it to come to, but you were already way ahead of his star-spangled, bubble booty.

"I'm going home," You told them firmly and you didn't miss Steve's sigh of relief, "And even though there's definitely something here that could unravel all of life's mysteries," You dramatically whipped out your phone, "I'm gonna make sure my goddamn wife is safe and if need be, I will save her little assassin life because I'm a spouse who does what needs to be done, even if – hello! Nat," You led the way out of the woods towards the car when your assassin picked up the phone, "Where are you right now?"

"At the house, why? What's going on? You sound different."

"I need you to get to the tower and then call Bucky and check on Cory."

"Okay," You could hear movement, knowing she didn't hesitate with everything you guys have been through, "And you'll meet me there?"

"Yeah," You nodded, slipping into the back with Wanda this time as Sam and Steve took the front, "Text me when you get there, okay?"

"Sure." She sounded a little confused, but she didn't question it.

"Love you."

"Love you too, feathers, stay safe."

You smiled sadly and then hung up, taking a deep breath.

"She'll be okay, we'll get there by morning and that's less than two days if something were to happen." Wanda smiled and patted your knee, trying to offer you some comfort.

"Unless something happens between then and now where I can't reach her," You couldn't help but to think out loud, "But I stopped digging, so if that thing meant what they said, this should work...right?"

"Yeah," Wanda shifted uncomfortably in her seat and you side glanced her suspiciously, "Yeah, that should work."

"Maximoff, you're a terrible liar." Sam scolded from the front seat without even looking back and she grimaced.

"I just don't know if that thing – death or the darkness or whatever, was really on our side," She admitted, "Maybe it was a ploy to get us all out of there by Hydra so they could destroy everything before we got to it."

"What?" You gaped at her, "Way to keep your thoughts to yourself!" You slumped back in your seat, peering out the window, and mumbling a low, "Son of a bitch."

"Your mother created Amanda, something that kept illusionary powers and death slash darkness inside her for safe keeping until you killed her," Wanda pointed out and everyone else stayed silent, "Your mother had a...fascination with Hydra, Thanos, etcetera, so who's to say this isn't just one big game? One last ploy to get what they ultimately want?"

Dead silence.

Steve kept driving, but now he was unsure if where he was going was the right way or if he should be turning the car around. You pursed your lips while Sam winced in realization that Wanda was probably right, but you had the last word in what move to make because this was your decision, your mission, your ending.