Nat sat with Wanda on her bed, careful not to let her sleeves ride up.
She was very carefully cleaning Nat's hands, methodically almost.
Little red tendrils of magic kept other supplies up in the air.
She let her eyes flick up at her face. A face she'd missed desperately for eight months.
She brushed a fiery red bit of hair behind Wanda's ear with the hand she'd already finished with.
Her phone buzzed. Tony had sent out a mission alert. Sighing, Nat tried to reclaim her hand from Wanda.
"I'm not done."
"I have to go."
"...Do you have to go?"
She held her phone up, "Stark says so."
By the time they got there almost all of the Avengers had already gathered.
"Stark."
"Romanoff."
"Do I have to go with you guys?"
"Yes."
"But--"
"No. You have to come."
"But Wanda just got home! I was going to do something with her!"
"Like what?"
"Like, go see a movie or something, just spend time with her, I haven't seen her in ages."
"You can go see a movie--"
Nat got hopeful.
"--After the mission."
She deflated.
"This isn't negotiable, Romanoff."
"Ugh, fine. You're an arse Stark."
She went back to her room and grabbed her black widow suit, changing and grumbling about Stark under her breath.
