What if there was a chance to save Pietro?
Could the Maximoff twins be reunited?
What if they weren't the only ones returned?
Where will their new jobs as Avengers take them?
And will the new team be able to defeat a new threat? Together?...
I gu...
They wheeled me out of the operating room, every muscle in my body was tense with pain. They didn't believe in pain killers or numbing agents. They believed 'If you're strong, you'll live through this. If not, you weren't strong enough'. I was rolled down the bare hallways to my room, they opened the door, and pushed my body onto the floor. As my nearly bare skin hit the tile I don't make a sound, that was a sign of weakness, and weakness was unacceptable. Although they'd enhanced my reflexes, strength, stamina, senses, and now prolonged my lifespan and youthful appearance, I could still feel pain.
They slammed the door behind me. I shuddered at the sound of the metal clicking into place. I pushed myself up from the cold floor, standing on weak knees. I walked over to my bathroom, pressing my body against the countertop for support, and splashed cold water on my face. I took a moment to catch my breath before walking over to my bed, and sitting down.
He was usually here by now.
Just then, as if on a cue, the window opened, and he crawled in. His metal arm glistened in the moonlight as he quickly closed the window behind him, latching the lock, drawing the blinds, and closing the curtains, he walked over to the door to the hallway and made sure it was locked.
"James," I called gently. At the sound of my voice, he walked over to me, sitting next to me on the bed. He gently helped me out of the flimsy hospital gown, and into some clothes to sleep in.
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We laid down next to each other, me on my side, and him behind me, wrapping his arms around my body gently, his right (flesh) arm near my neck playing with my hair, and his metal arm draped loosely around my waist. Instinctively, I moved my scarred wrist up toward the bedpost, but he grabbed my arm, and pulled it back toward us, interlocking his fingers with mine.
"You don't have to do that anymore," he spoke softly into my ear, "in this moment, the only thing you are tethered to is me, дорогая (sweetheart). And that bond is of your own free will."
"Thank you." I whispered as I drifted off to sleep. "я люблю тебя" (I love you.)
"я тоже тебя люблю" (I love you too).
And that was the last thing I heard before we fell asleep, despite the lingering worry of our relationship being discovered.
...
"Who are you, and how do I know you?" His voice pulled me out of my past, I didn't even realize I was touching him. But, here I was my hand on his shoulder. And there he was, so lost, so confused.
"That's a long story." I said, distancing myself from him. But the sight of his distraught expression, I caved a little, he always had that ability- to make me cave- I could never resist. "But, I'm Natasha."
"I'm-"
"I know who you are." I said with a slight laugh. I looked over to Wanda who was looking uncomfortably out the window.
"I feel like I missed something." Wanda commented.
"Back to the mission at hand," I dodged the subject. "Why did you guys come here? Shouldn't you be on a Quinjet by now?" I questioned.
"Bucky and I have been chased down by Hydra agents, so I have reason to believe Hydra has a facility nearby, and I thought we should make a plan to infiltrate it." Wanda explained.
"Good work, Maximoff." I praised. "Let's go meet with the Captain."
We walked out of the apartment, and back onto the streets of Ulyanovsk. I hailed the nearest taxi, and ordered the driver to take us to the safe house. It was a long 45 minutes of awkward silence.
We were all eager to get out of the car, but apparently everyone else was also eager for us to get there. Pietro sped over to the car before we even unbuckled our seat belts, he pulled open the car door, and pulled Wanda out, hugging her tightly. Seeing the siblings reunited was truly beautiful. I couldn't help but feel yearning, for Bucky to hold me again, to miss me again; though, our love was completely different than that of the Maximoff twins.
And he doesn't even remember. I reminded myself, chastising my emotions. You're stronger than being distracted by some man... Even if you do love him.
I entered the safe house, searching for Clint. When I found him I immediately pulled him outside, to the back yard of the small European home.
"He doesn't remember me, Clint." I heaved, releasing deep shaky breaths.
"We already knew that, he didn't remember you when SHIELD fell either." He reminded me.
"He remembers something, he asked how he knew me, not if he knew me, but how."
"Well that's progress.. But you can't expect too much, Tasha, the man's been through some serious shit."
"I wish he never had to. It's all my fault anyways..."
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(Wanda's POV)
I hugged my brother tightly, laughing at his greeting. "I wasn't even gone for a whole day." I reminded him.
"I know, but I'm your older brother, it's my job to worry about you." He teased.
"Yeah, trust me, I know." I breathed a laugh. I entered the house, examining the small home. Out the back window I could see Natasha and Clint talking, she looked distressed, but I didn't want to intrude, so I let it be.
Vision walked downstairs, in his usual combat outfit, cape glistening behind him. "Hey! Vis, I have something for you!" I called with a smile. He walked over, sitting next to me on the couch. I handed him the woven navy sweater I bought. "I hope it's the right size, I just took a guess." I admitted. "Do you like it?" I asked nervously, fiddling with my rings in my lap.
"Yes, thank you Wanda. It's perfect." He said with a smile. I leaned over and hugged him, there wasn't much space on the couch, so we were quite close together. He hugged me back, rubbing my back with comforting strokes. I loosed a relaxed sigh at the gesture.
We smiled at each other, enjoying the magnetic connection between the two of us as I shifted closer to him on the sofa.
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Thanks for reading! I LOVE the red room/ winter widow plot line in the comics so I thought I'd include that in this story.
For those who don't know, in the comics: Natasha was trained in the red room from a young age, just like in the movies, but in the comics Nat was born in 1928, so she is around the same age as Steve and Bucky, a little younger. After he became the Winter Soldier, Bucky was a trainer in the Red Room, he was the one who trained Natasha. The Black Widow, and the Winter Soldier began a romantic relationship, and often worked together on missions.
Hydra, as we know brainwashed Bucky, so he doesn't have memories of the past (at least in the MCU)
