Natasha sat quietly with Wanda and Maria at the entrance corridor of the palace, her gaze wandering across the courtyard. The morning was peaceful, the golden rays of the sun casting a warm glow over the scene. Underneath a large tree, Steve, Jason, Clint, Sam, and Scott were deep in conversation, their voices light with banter. Natasha's mind, however, was miles away.
Her eyes drifted to the bandage that had once wrapped Jason's hands. But now, it was gone. His hands were completely fine, as if the burns from earlier had never existed. Is he healing that fast? Natasha furrowed her brow, feeling a slight unease tugging at her thoughts.
A woman suddenly approached, her voice gentle but official, "Agent Hill?"
Maria waved lightly, "That's me."
The woman smiled. "Mr. Fury wants you to come to the meeting."
Maria nodded and stood, following the woman as she disappeared into the palace. Natasha watched them for a moment before her gaze shifted back to the boys. Sam, Clint, and Scott had settled into some wooden chairs, probably relaxing after a long day. Meanwhile, Steve and Jason stood a few feet apart, side by side.
She blinked. Their postures... they're the same.
Both had their arms crossed over their broad chests, backs straight, and heads tilted ever so slightly as they listened to their friends talk. Every few seconds, they nodded in sync, as if in silent agreement with whatever was being said. Natasha's stomach knotted. She felt a sense of déjà vu creeping in, an unsettling familiarity that she couldn't quite place.
She sighed, pushing the thoughts away as she turned to Wanda, who sat beside her, a few faint red bruises visible on her neck.
"Are you okay?" Natasha asked, her voice soft with concern.
Wanda smiled, though the edges of her expression were strained. "I'm alright."
Natasha nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. She glanced back at Steve and Jason, her heart thudding in her chest. They look so similar. The way they stand, the way they move... it's too much to ignore.
She shook her head and turned back to Wanda, taking a deep breath. "Wanda, I need your help. Please."
Wanda looked at her, concerned but ready. "What help?"
Natasha exhaled slowly, rubbing her temple as if trying to ease the swirling thoughts in her head. "I think I'm going crazy. Weird thoughts keep piling up, no matter how hard I try to push them away. They just... come back."
Wanda furrowed her brow, her voice calm and supportive. "What kind of thoughts?"
Natasha hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking back to the tree where Jason and Steve stood, still mirroring each other in ways that made her skin crawl. She swallowed hard, her voice low but steady.
"Jason."
Wanda's eyes widened, her head turning slightly as if trying to process what Natasha just said. Natasha sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair as the words tumbled out in a whisper.
"Who is he?"
Wanda frowned, understanding exactly why Natasha was asking, but she still chose to keep things vague. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice steady.
Natasha sighed, running a hand through her hair, her frustration barely contained. "I mean... who is Jason? Clint said he's his friend's son. But that's complete bullshit. Clint didn't have any friends before SHIELD. So it's impossible for a teenager to exist as a son of Clint's friend. Just—please, tell me."
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