Choosing You

Chapter 3 Forgiveness

A/N: Hello all!! I am so happy for all your comments and reviews!! I am very excited to read and reply to all of them, so please let them come! Anyway, this is the third chapter. It's shorter than the other two chapter, but I promise on a longer chapter next week. Don't forget to tell me what you think :)

It had been almost a month since the funeral. Wanda had tried to improve her intake on food, so she appeared a little healthy now. Although she still had nightmares about how Pietro died, her tears were no more. Some nights it was only her painful scream and some nights the scream was accompanied by the scarlet color around her hands. It was not powerful enough to tear down her bedroom, but it was enough to make the furniture flew around or to levitate herself upon her bed. Fortunately, she hadn't learned to fly yet, so she was hovering merely three inches above her bed.

Today, she was woken up with a small thud on her back. She fell down from her bed for the first time. It must be from her power she conjured. Getting up on her feet, she glanced at the clock on the grey painted wall in front of her. It was 5.15 AM. Knowing that she would never get any more sleep, she went to the bathroom to wash her face and brushed her teeth. She slipped on her black leggings, grey jacket and black sneakers. Her long auburn hair was pulled in a high ponytail, ready for a run.

This apparently became her routine when she had a nightmare, which was almost every night. She thought that running was a way of relinquishing her distress and kept her from crying. In the bright side, it kept her in shape and ready for the training of becoming the New Avenger. Which was not known when would it begin. Wanda had asked Steve once about this and he said that they should be waiting for Natasha to come back from her personal mission, since he couldn't handle them all by himself. And by personal mission, it meant finding Dr. Banner.

Wanda had taken Steve's proposition about opening up herself to the other Avengers. Even though she wasn't as open to the others as she was with Steve that day, she had been trying to socialize more with them. The first person she was trying to reconnect was Clint.

She felt so bad for ignoring his attention for her. She thought that it was out of guilt, well, maybe at first, but recently, she knew that he really cared about her. He tried to get to know her, not only as an Avenger but also as a person. He really tried to be there when she felt alone. Sometimes he told her about his previous encounter as Hawkeye to let her mind wandered over. Other times, he sat beside her quietly and let her did the talking when she was ready. She was very thankful because he was patient with her, that nowadays, he was the closest thing to a father figure. She felt a little bit lonely when Clint had to go back to his family once in a while, but she knew that his family needed him more than her.

Beside Clint, she also made effort to get to know Vision, Sam and Rhodey, because they were her teammates. She was aware that if she wanted to be an Avenger, then she should be able to trust her teammates to have her back. Vision, being just a few weeks old was very naïve yet wise at the same time. Sam usually cracked jokes that lighten up the mood, which left Rhodey as the only normal person in the group.

She was almost getting along with all of them, but it was different with Natasha. Since Natasha was always on a mission, Wanda hadn't gotten any time to talk to her. No, not talk, but apologized. Wanda felt that she was at fault for making Natasha relived her worst nightmare that seemed to shake her up to her core. Also, she felt guilty for making Dr. Banner saw the worst part of him that made him ran away from Natasha, who cared about him dearly. It was already bad to have your nightmares haunt you everyday, and it became worse when the only hope you got to erase those nightmares, was abandoning you.

Thinking about what she should say to Natasha once she came back, made her exhausted mentally. She then took a slower jog to manage her breathing, and then slowly came to a stop. She looked at her wristwatch and it was already an hour passed. Wanda decided that it was enough, so she walked back to the facility and headed up to the training room, hoping that she could increase her combat techniques. When she got near the training room, she heard a noise of someone kicking the punching bag.

Maybe it's Steve. She thought.

But when Wanda stepped up to the doorframe, she didn't see the bulky blond hair man, instead she saw a redhead with a black bodysuit. Wanda was frozen for a moment, but she quickly hid behind the wall, not wanting the super spy to spot her. She was so not ready to face her. Wanda was about to go back to her room, when a fierce voice stopped her.

"You can come out now!" Even with Wanda's quick hiding, the super spy still noticed her. Well, they didn't give her the title for nothing. Wanda was unsure whether to come right out or just to flee the situation. But then, her gut told her to just get it over with, because sooner or later, she would have to deal with it. So, she walked timidly out of her hiding place and into the training room.

"Uh..uhm..sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your training." Wanda stuttered.

Natasha kept on hitting and kicking the punching bag, not showing any signs of being disturbed. Wanda just stood there fidgeting, tried to pluck up her courage.

"Uhm, Agent Romanoff, can I..uh..talk to you for a minute?" Natasha suddenly stopped and turned around. She folded her arms in front of her and looked intensely at Wanda. If looks could kill, Wanda would be dead by now. Wanda inhaled heavily before saying the next words.

"I know that it's way, way too late to say this and probably it's not going to change anything that happened between us, but I just want to say that..I am so sorry. I'm sorry for the mind games and I am so sorry..about Dr. Banner." Wanda stopped to check Natasha's reaction. Nothing.

"I know that I don't deserve forgiveness from you because what I've done was horrible and you have all the rights to hate me, but, I just want you to know that I am truly deeply sorry." Wanda continued, but Natasha didn't show any signals to answer her. Sensing that today was going to be the first day of many apologies to come, Wanda hung her head feeling down.

"I don't.." Natasha spoke up as Wanda about to leave. Wanda looked up at her with wide eyes, since she didn't think that Natasha would give her a reply so soon.

"..hate you, I mean. I'm not gonna lie, saying that I'm not shocked by your trick, but it's not really your fault. It was always there inside my head, you just opened up a long buried wound. I'll get through it like I did a long time ago. As for Bruce.." Natasha averted her gaze, staring into the distance behind Wanda. Looking heartbroken.

"You probably the one that made him saw things, but he had made his own choice. He decided to disappear instead of made peace with his inner self. So, you're not a hundred percent at fault here." Natasha directed her eyes back at Wanda. Her face was hard but not a hint of hatred shown.

"But I.." Wanda argued.

"Not another word, Maximoff." Natasha cut her off and went back to train. Although her words were sharp, her tone was indicating that they should move past it. Wanda nodded behind her and turned her heels around.

"And it's Natasha." She said without stopping her punches. Wanda smiled widely at the sentence, hoping that this was going to be a start of something new, probably a friendship. She knew that it was going to take a long time, but she was willing to do anything to get there.