Lullaby (A Maximoff/Marvel fanfic)

Chapter 6

Third person pov

"Is that paprikash?" Wanda asked, walking into the kitchen.

"I thought it might lift your spirits." Vision responded. The witch reached the android and took a sip of the soup.

"Spirits lifted." She smiled.

Meanwhile

The sound of someone hitting a punching bag was all Melody could hear throughout the training floor along with her short and quick breaths. The younger Maximoff couldn't shake the anxiety after the accords were presented. The team is divided on whether or not to sign them. Even though her older sister told her to not worry about, especially since she's not in this due to not being an avenger, Melody has a feeling that something bad was going to happen.

The brunette went at the punching bag a little longer when an idea came to mind. Through her puffs, she smirked. Melody removed her gloves and glanced at the time. 1 in the afternoon. Hurrying to her room she showered and dressed in dark skinny jeans, sneakers, a black crop top, and a black leather jacket.

Looking to see if the coast was clear, she silently jogged to the garage and grabbed the keys to the same black-purple motorcycle she used to escape on when she first got here. The billionaire gave it to her on her 15th birthday, to which she was thrilled to have. She mounts the bike and weaves her hair in a braid. Before taking off, the dark haired girl shoots her sister a text to let her know she'll be out.

Meanwhile (again)

"And I don't suppose you have any idea where they are?" Ross asked the billionaire and the red headed assassin.
"We will. GSG9's got the borders covered. Recons flying 24/7. They'll get a hit. We'll handle it-" Tony replied.
"You don't get it Stark, it's not yours to handle. It's clear you can't be objective." the Secretary of State remarked. "I'm putting Special Ops on this."

"And what happens when the shooting starts? What do you kill Steve Rogers?" Natasha interrupts.
"If we're provoked." Ross noted. But he wasn't done. "Barnes would've been eliminated in Romania if it wasn't for Rogers. There are dead people who would be alive now." He growled. "Feel free to check my math-"

"All do respect, you're not gonna solve this with boys and bullets Ross. You gotta let us bring them in." The playboy tried.
"And how would that end any differently than last time?" He asked unconvinced.

"Because this time, I won't be wearing loafers and a silk shirt. 72 hours. Guaranteed." Tony urged.
"36 hours." Ross corrected. "Barnes. Rogers. Wilson."
"Thank you sir." Tony added to Ross' retreating figure, leaving him and Romanoff. Stark released a breath he didn't know he was holding. Then he turned to Natasha. "My left arm is numb. Is that normal?" Natasha silently approached the billionaire and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"You alright?"
"Always."
The office turned to silence until Tony muttered, "36 hours. Jeez."
"We're seriously understaffed." The red head stressed.

"Yeah. I'd be great if we had a Hulk right about now. Any shot?" Tony smirked.

"You really think he'd be on our side." She argued. Tony could only utter a "no."

"I have an idea." She offered.
"Me too. Where's yours?"
"Downstairs. Where's yours?"

"Actually I have two ideas. First one is in Queens. Second one is at the compound." At hearing his second idea Romanoff stared.

"Wanda?" She guessed.
"Wrong Maximoff."
"Tony you know how she feels about the field." She said carefully.
"It's just one time."
"I seriously doubt she'll take part in this."
"Have a little faith."