This was a side of Natasha that Wanda had only seen once.
When she was telling her about everything, about HYDRA, her brother, the red room, everything she also knew, and she saw the scars and the fresher half-healed ones, and she tried to help, and she seemed better.
But- was it her fault?
She ran her fingers through Natasha's hair, it was choppy and uneven, presumably because it had gotten too long while she'd been- and she'd tried to cut it herself.
She took her other hand and held Tasha's hand. The first time she'd been able to do it, her mind had been racing and the one thing she could think about was how perfect it felt, and how it almost was as if their hands were made to fit into each other's.
She knew Natasha felt broken, but she'd never known someone as strong as her.
Her heart was pounding, Wanda could feel it. Every time Tasha sobbed, every ragged feeling breath she took, like this, crying and feeling less than, it hurt Wanda just as much, because she loved her. Everything about her. And they'd both been through some serious crap, and they were both kind of dysfunctional, but that was what was so perfect about Natasha..
She was like- this amazing, strong, intimidating, beautiful warrior, and she made Wanda feel complete, functional again.
She knew that Tasha had always blamed herself and been hard on herself, but she didn't want her to think that anything that had happened to her had been-
She looked at Natasha, she was starting to splinter again.
She knew that she felt like everything was her fault and that she was less than for it.
She laced her fingers in hers, trying to silently say they'd fix each other no matter what.
