Enchanted

Sixty-Three

Trix rolled her eyes, and glanced to Pietro, as Barnes laid into Romanoff. They may not be at the new compound, but the two were watching it all play out... 'Ok children, settle down. Barnes, appreciate the sentiment, but Romanoff has every right to voice her concerns, even if she is misguided..'.. Trix rested her arms on the table, trying to ensure the team couldn't see anything but her and Pietro.

'Why won't you take it? Why won't you want your own kid?..'.. Romanoff asked her.

'I have my reasons. And the way you say it Romanoff, as though I never wanted him, do you think I should have aborted him in the first place? Cause that thought never once crossed my mind. He's an innocent, he never asked to be born. What life could I have given him anyway? I was his age, living on the streets, nothing and no one, raiding through trash to eat, sleeping rough in all weather's until I dragged myself out of the gutter. That's not a life for a child, and I never wanted that for him. Would it have been better, if I just dropped him off to a hospital, or a fire station, for him to be lost in the system?..'.. Trix sighed... 'Barton gave him the life I wanted for him, a home, a family, parents who love him. I wanted him to have the life I never got, to give him his best chance to live..'

'You don't need to explain it Trix..'.. Barnes called out... 'Its not our business..'

'You're right it's not. But Romanoff clearly needs to know..'.. Trix shook her head... 'Deep down, that little broken girl inside me, so desperately wanted to stay with Barton, but I didn't think I deserved it, to have a family. I killed Banners father when I was eight, and for years after, thinking Banner was my father, that he abandoned me, I was filled with hate, rage. I was prepared to kill him too, but even when I found out the truth, a part of me wished I was Banners, rather than that sick monster who fathered me. You haven't been through what I have Romanoff, and I hope you never will, its not something I would want anyone to endure, not even my worst enemy. I have been lost, alone, damaged and broken, all my life, and the one good thing, the one ray of light, my anchor to humanity, is that little boy. The only good thing, I have ever done right in my fucked up life. He is the reason I fight so hard, to want to ensure as many kids get to have a chance to grow up happy, healthy, loved and cared for, to protect this world, so he can have the life I could never have given him..'.. Trix let out a shaky breath, swallowing back emotions that were ready to burst from her... 'I love him, more than anything or anyone else in this world, and I'm forever thankful, for Barton and his wife, and their children..'

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Nat could see it in the womans face, she meant every word, and the guilt of her own anger towards Trix weighed heavily on her. The rest of the team were silent, and she sighed... 'I'm sorry..'

'Don't ever be sorry Romanoff, I'm glad you're protective over them, I'm the same. You're trying to look out for your family and I respect that, but don't make judgement calls when you don't know the full story. Sometimes, you just need to accept the facts you've been given. We got to go, but Stark, Friday has the files, the toys will be with you in the next 24 hours. As for the cure, lock it away in Asgards vault, it'll be safe there. Thank you..'..