A/N: Here's part two to last chapter!
TW: Description of physical abuse
Natasha's POV:
I weaved my fingers through Wanda's messy hair, humming a random tune to keep her asleep while we prepared to land in Wakanda. Her sleeping face was still scrunched up in terror, and it broke my heart.
'Sweet girl, what did they do to you?'
I was taken out of my thoughts when Clint sat down next to me. His scrapes and cuts were covered in bandages- he looked like complete shit.
"How's she doing?" he asked quietly in order to not wake Wanda up.
"She's as good as she can be. She's hurting," I replied.
"How are you doing?"
"I-" I stopped myself as I felt my throat close up.
"Hey. Nat, it's ok," he said, rubbing my back.
"It's not though. I should've been there for her. I-," I looked down at Wanda's pained, sleeping face, gently caressing it. "I should have gotten to her sooner."
"It's not your fault, Nat. You got here as soon as you could. You still came to get her. That's all that matters."
"What did they do to her?" I sniffed. He looked at me uncertain if he should tell me. "What did they do, Clint?"
"They tortured her," he whispered. He took a deep breath before continuing. "They shocked her, repeatedly. Whenever she moved or breathed too deep, the collar went off. Sometimes they would do it just for their amusement. They gave her food, knowing that she couldn't move or eat if she didn't want to get shocked. The only thing they actually let her do was drink or use the bathroom. They beat her- took turns seeing who could make her cry the hardest. They told her that she would never be loved and that no one would care if she died at their hands."
"Oh god," I said as I covered my mouth. I felt like I could throw up.
"I tried stopping them. I yelled and tried to break the glass to get to her, but I couldn't. I wanted to protect her, but I couldn't. No matter how many times they punched me to try and get me to shut up, I kept pushing because I knew she was experiencing stuff a million times worse than the rest of us got." I could hear his voice crack, and I didn't have to turn to look at him to know he was crying. Wanda was like a daughter to him, and he was hurting as well.
"Thank you, Clint. For trying to protect her," I told him, taking his hand as he smiled at me.
Suddenly, Steve landed the jet, causing a jerk that woke Wanda up. She immediately sat up, gasping and looking around.
"Hey, Wanda. It's ok. I'm here," I reassured her, taking her face in my hands. She looked me in the eyes, still in a panic.
"Tasha?" she whispered. "You're here?"
"I'm here, baby. We all are. We're just landing, but you're safe. I promise you're safe."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. You can trust me," I told her, leaning my forehead against hers. We stayed like that until we were on the ground and the doors to the jet opened. "Do you think you can stand?"
"Yeah," she answered, attempting to stay on her two feet, but ultimately failing. I caught her right before she fell, lifting her into my arms bridal style so she didn't have to put much effort. "Sorry," Wanda apologized, and I immediately shook my head.
